beyond the green
beyond the green
there is a garden
too deep for shallow eyes to view
in oceans scarred with
waste
and tourists fleeing haste
to paste the tremble of a quake or two
in scrapbooks of
wish i had
blinded by an
eye for beauty
caught up in brought up
parallels between
the good and bad
in dad-blame-gawd-awful shades of
well to do
under the skin of snobbery
there lies the hidden tear
veiled in smiles
and proper clothing of
wish i could
everpresent
longing
looking down is lonely
in gray plains and palaces
up to snuff drains the life out of
princess and pauper alike
yet looking up will strain a stiff neck
in parables repeated but
not quite understood
eye level to the ground is found
the smell of earth
and birth of a creator's breath
beyond the green