manhattan garden

travel deep through the deserts
dry nights that make you cough
stand tall and know
speak clear and breathe deep your water
drink it down
in the dawns you shun
do not take it all in
take ti with a dose of pride
do not explode
do not make the men cry
the collared men
as you babble long
and
tall
and
proud
and small
with no more
love found within the walls of
primal scream
possesion and Yoko Ono
are not so different

shim sham
rim the scam
and make the eyes wide
while the garden still makes flowers grow