My Ma's Garden- a work in progress.

That year my mother grew flowers outside my window,
garden shades of purples, reds, and whites. Their subtle
triple palette interplay of pigments that showered
from my window sill onto the garden floor that washed
the door step post like silk crowned corollas gaurds.

Together mixing between their floral trinities a soft autumn
redolence that served to calm my mien as it rode in
on a cool falling breeze that wiped my sullen latter day brow
and swept me away from the heat wave haze to my lotus lands.

I loved the first autumn days when it began to grow cold
and the night brought crisp northern winds that caused the trees
to shake awake from their dusk hour slumber and rustle up their
silent branch dance in the night washed glow of golden shade.

These soft lit memories come back to me in the late night gleam of
inspiration songs that send me back to the latter days of summer
because it is now i remember the end times and can't help but see
your porcelain white skin blush as if you had your own incandescent
filament that sends my pining heart into a steady rhythm buzz.

From Pinsky Poem- First Line

The figured wheel rolls through the shopping malls and prisons,
sweeping up fast paced shoppers and sticky hand cleptos
as they all entertain their discounted lives with meaningless
object passion for the glittering fresh molded plastic of

the window shop items they absolutely must have.
Buying rushes that render the masses ransom to their piling mounds of debt.
Swipes, swaps, they never seem to stop their syncopa-pation movements
Of the buying delirium trigger snap of angry grab hands flying.
In the frenzy, zombie hunters in search of manufactured sustenance

fly by racks and stacks as recycled air brushes past their face,
over dead skin and scalps letting them believe they are free
when they are really bound prisoners to their shopping mall convulsion craze.

The figured wheel rolls through the shopping malls and prisons.
Catching in its spiral spun spokes the haunted prisoner
inmates of blocks D K N and Y, until they carry out their sentences.