sorghum and rice
our estranged virtues
somnambulant in their servitude
colors dance on painted wood
like housewives on their furniture
i smell flowers
gardenias and cloves
so why do we have so many noses
when there are plenty of roses
in our souls and in our shadows
what predicaments
do we find ourselves a part of
its the start of a new day
of a new life
all is alive
coffee is on the stove
and someone is watering their plants
i am glad to be here
drinking lemon water at the window
guitars to my right and left
and books on the floor
show me your blood
i’ll show you my hands
feel them on top of you
so much energy
and so many strangers
our fingers separated from our arms
charming and compassionate
the alligator is a man of action
and he sees right through your *******
so sit down blonde girl
and have a beer
sit over here where its warm and clear
there is a fan above you
and a dog under the table
and you can pet him if you’re able to