out of the vines he came
lost to the old times, riding on the sun
the same old look he had
on that zero day
his half smile the half circle of the
cycles that pay the smile of his complaint
he’s all green in the flesh colored suit
the mark of pride on his patent leather boots
the sound they make is the sound of him
taking from you
into the flower he swam
the blossom awaiting, sweet nectar for the tongue
the plan now rejected for the stormy lust to come
his half open eyes the two moons waiting for a
youthful sun, one that wont die when the years start to
run away
he's full of the sun
he tries to block it out but it won’t be undone
he's full of the sun
hell bent on darkness and full of the sun
out of the insects he rose
screaming his death threats
reaching for the glory and I suppose I ought to
forgive him for the actions he's taken
his half conscious efforts killing him
unless I wake him
a part of me lost to the break in my
inspiration