Red Brick Mind
Made by those only known as they
sent To us but not for Us,
boxes, bags, envelopes
We the means to a million ends
even red flowers are wrapped, packed and shipped
don’t blink it
Each almost pleasant sniff reminds without truly being;
subject and object of a far experiment
the architect of Our brick tower mind
set a few bricks, and a few more still
till the grass turned dark and couldn’t a one see;
So tyrant god,
wrap me a flower for i can’t go looking,
Not Till the far sun can melt through red, red brick
and to you,
who likewise stumble for those wild flowers,
let their blurry seeds take root in the compost of your innards
there who can prevent their tickle?
till that red brick cracks and shears,
slow but sure if by your acid blood you let it,
poor tyrant
and you can see again faintly your hands
and plant again beneath the sun that red wild flower
may it run again in your once lush green