A rampaging rhino runs through
My garden of emotions.
It ain't Eden, there's weeds, thorny bushes
And one teal and black spotted frog.
(You know teal, like the Marlins)
In a medium pond a medium fish wonders
if he
is worthy.
The sharks just don't swim
Here anymore.
I dream of getting tongue
rings
of fire
works closing
in.
The frog croaks all night telling me the difference between right
And fun.
Black roses hang from a brass chandelier.
Exit signs swing from the sky.
My emotional garden is growing wild.
"Deal
with it," Roars the rhino.
"Poker?" I suggest
'Cause I know Rhinos can't bluff for shit.
By noon I have his horn.
The slugs scream.
El sol es mui brillante.