No fingers on you
You’re all messed up
Hanging fog in my garden kissing my morning flowers with passion
And fire
And all those dream things
You know the thoughts that escape into vapor

I am born again
Eyes that won’t focus
Suspended in unfamiliar air
Free air, Justice
Adherence to a moral code
Admiration of principles
The hardships and longing of the builders forgotten ray from your eyes
Spray from your fingertips
Explode from your lips like a car bomb
A suicide bomb

Focus and split me in two why don’t you
I don’t mind, what have I got to lose after all?
After all is said and done you’re still just a haze
The cloud of flies surrounding the carrion
Obscuring the vulture’s eye
Fleshy hand in my garden picking my fruits with ardor and purpose?
Pricking yourself on my thorns
No rings on you

I hear a noise
Am startled awake
Rush to the window and focus on you through my binoculars to see if you are trespassing
Are you?