Smelling the Roses

May 30th, 1998

Uncle eyeball used to suffer
in forbidden gardens covered over
with the fantasy of excess
He no longer wears the scarlet letter
but it no longer matters
age has put the harvest beyond reach
Now every open flower
seems a few perspectives farther away
than he can almost stand
But next to him is imagination
the talented subtle double agent
destined to serve him well

Sunny Day

Thrash & Trash