A Place Where Oleanders Bloom

A Farmer's Flower

Dancing fingertips on ice-cold petals

Maybe if I slowed down I'd feel the

texture, I'd see the sunflowers bloom

and the Oleanders welcome home the

Lilies of the Garden

I'd tell Van Rijn paint slower, and get

glasses to see his way, like Albert did

I'd tell Marie I'd eat her cake, tell George

III that I too was mad

I'd tell Maurice I'd get him the rose, tell

Belle beauty was never hers to behold

Who could stop me if I did?

When I dive into descended waltz where

My most heinous thoughts hid.

Where darkness devours light, and all of

Damnation releases their power

I'd leave the hill happy with the farmer's

flower.