slab, blade, substratum
plant matter cutting up the rock
softer than rubber
in the asphalt garden
empty lots with changing faces
watch me green with envy as
i am free, i fly, i float
following me, white wishes
from the sky, white wishes
from the concrete
'i'll sit with you, lot'
i comb its hair
thorny towers of stem matter
crushed strands of grass
you're not as sharp
as you once were
in the asphalt garden
stucco, wood, cement
your cemetery gate wide open
aluminum plastic paint
particles married to dust
you're nothing,
nothing to me
the cars sing you
lullabies from the road
your eternal rest
forever interrupted
apneic asphalt garden
