Dead Garden (a poem)

watching from the fire escape

I breathe in daylight, fresh air

a blue jay lands in a dead garden

her colors brilliant & offensive

dried leaves rustling like

fading nightmares

an urge to suck in colors before me

& vomit them back out

like the Destroyer God who

crushes galaxies in his hands

(Photo by Jr Korpa on Unsplash)

3 thoughts on “Dead Garden (a poem)

  1. Lucy December 18, 2020 / 11:19 am

    Very dark and immersing! Great writing.

    • Nick Pipitone December 18, 2020 / 12:28 pm

      Thanks, Lucy! I’ve been inspired by your poetry, too!

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