Mommy Nature
Oh strange God of Nature
How dark and quick your buried urges bloom
Your dirty pink petals
Peering through nettles
Your sick two dimensional moons.
Each temple surges
Till black worm emerges
And the pits of wet fruits
Are East blown-
The rapturous currents
Of rivers like serpents
Carry the seeds
Till they're sewn.
And now the trees bear
In the cold forest air
The fruit grown for so little worth.
It grows without warning
But know that by morning
This fruit will have tore down
This earth.
How dark and quick your buried urges bloom
Your dirty pink petals
Peering through nettles
Your sick two dimensional moons.
Each temple surges
Till black worm emerges
And the pits of wet fruits
Are East blown-
The rapturous currents
Of rivers like serpents
Carry the seeds
Till they're sewn.
And now the trees bear
In the cold forest air
The fruit grown for so little worth.
It grows without warning
But know that by morning
This fruit will have tore down
This earth.