surveying my awkward unshorn garden
replete with weeds and toxic moss
the lurid green tresses gloam luminous ludicrous
swaying knives beneath the smoky slate-grey sky
a small side-salad slice of faux nature
for domesticated fat cats to prowl visibly bored..
surveying my must-try-harder garden
with a broken fence and wobbly washing pole
the lime bench paint is cracked and faded
birds piss on its peeling skin just the same
as they karaoke timid love songs
duetting a typanic rattling roof drain..
man-made garden
harvests a half-trash man
catching some fresh electro-magnetic smog rays
while pondering another dead-on-arrival escape masterplan..
there is a beach somewhere
and with my name emblazoning it in neon mercury filigree
is a leaning castle of legless sand
interest rates shall go up agan
and as another wave rolls in
rolls in to kindly make way for another
the castle tumbles
the seaweed provides for itself iodine..
you might ask
so when will there be a revolution
when the billionares are reduced to mere millionares
they will bravely fight to their last citizen
the trillionaire bankers have their reasons
but at least for a while yet
i shall gently sink in the garden..
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