where the hell am I
this Eden is overrun with
maggots and manure
these weeds are multiplying
profusely, disproportionately
this peach-peel’d sun dome
pulls back leaving
no sweet treat
I sense Eve’s
menstrual wreckage,
the garden is flushing
outward, the stench
all the trees have apples,
when you’re hungry enough
you’ll take a bite
location location location
everything green has an
old man’s eye
( fineartamerica.com)
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