Landscape Architecture

Virginia creeper creeps up the

brick walls of my subconscious.

Suffocating my ability to think until

the vines of time leave me unconscious.

Poison ivy decided to slyly root itself

within the spicy soil of my privacy.

Spying on the highly divided bookshelf

silently poisoning the coalescence

of my internal library.

Quietly, I violently excavate the soil

with sharp, spayed shovels and axes.

Privately severing the invasive coils

before my persuasive psyche collapses.

I transplant thoughts to disrupt the noxious

composition of my earthly restraints.

To grow a mentally stable landscape

free of knots and obnoxious

expeditions into the abysmal

depths my brain constantly creates.