nausea

[satanicsweater]

i want to throw up over
this red carpet
strewn with cluttered and
clausterphobic memories of
a love hardly equal to
the beauty and awe that
art and music inspire

i want to scream down
that blue alley
called the sky where
whispered words of love
float pretending to be
as unmediated as the
rain the gods belch out

i want to run away from
the green garden
that holds my most secret
longings and wish that some
unasked for bulldozer could
just destroy those venomous
roses that tempt me to return