Garden

Written by: Seth Shirey

Rugged lean of the wrinkly old geezer
On the roof, nails so dramatically…
Each pound; closer to the facility…
Insipid; says no to the treaty… 
Wife lies, planting seeds to my shredded garden…
Alarmed; incapable of sweating his pardon…
Dog wood waits; resting his weak…
Slip, fall, manifesto perceives…
Dark arrests the lonely geezer on the
Rolls that so dare curse at my garden…