Alien Existence

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Alien Existence

The garden with its jade muscles,
designer absinthe perfume,
its wild flowers’ purple teeth grinding
the outer
  edge
of a wire fence,
with its addiction to youth,
its cayenne peppers and lusty eggplants
parading in magenta make-up
and morning-glory
  torn jeans.

This garden is about to explode!

The chili peppers and yellow tomatoes
alone could spell doom
for thousands now ordering
exotic drinks in
  Purgatory.

Take a moment.

Think about all the crude monarchies
that had progressive intelligence
beheaded or burned at the stake,
then quartered at the bloody seams of
  consciousness;
think about ancestors,
strangers, lovers,
all those who’ve ushered you
through the doors of alien existence.

Now, how do you really feel about gardens,
seeing as how this one
is only two weeks old?

Alan Britt

Posted over on The Recusant