Patiently Waiting For Summer - Thought Industry

Here’s my garden.

Rowed lilacs drip purple.

Crane

Park’s slick dawn dew.

Twilight.

Clock’s twenty past

Four.

Packed five vitamin C blot Akbar gushing.

Brian

Climb soda need, Chuck, Chris, and Colin

Apple trees stiff swirling circles.

You are me are

More than perfect.

Darling don’t erase my blood

Here’s my garden.

Zoo glare pond snapping

Cricket’s night opera.

Moths float teasing possums

Mice jest herons hysterical syrup slow.

Sleep cream

Siamese scratch walls.

Girls, I don’t care

Mog the cat, and marble quarry.

You and me should

Quick get married.

For I believe in no god;

and no god

Believes in me

Kiss me, all right.

Jane tastes spiced and learned red

Wine.

Hug me precious, our family picnics near.

Pass

Malt juice.

Clutz spill on K-zoo

Here’s my garden.

Grass to toll tar pillars.

Melted

Lanes reflect gins berg benches money.

Ukraine

Sculpture paisley gasoline.

west edge hill stars burrow

Down

Suburb driving stealth headlights off.

You and me

Should burn our clothing, for I retreat from no god;

and

No god retreats from me.

Why?

I lust july’s sun