RAINE REFLECTIONS
Julie's Eden
In Eden,
there is a serpent
wound
in a tethered noose,
suckling precious aquifers,
draining desert-water,
feeding a voracious appetite
of thirsty lawns
and shiny cars
and clearing chalk
from egg-fried sidewalks
blistering in the heat.
Julie smiles
from behind
a windowsill
above the kitchen sink
where planted Orchids
grow nectar-sweet
with the luscious
fragrance
and seductive
splendour
of antidepressants,
apple-pie apron strings,
and white-picket fences.
Sometimes
she hears them dying;
edible-weeds
vibrating succulent
broad leaves
warm in the sunlight
of honeybees gathering
the sweet nectar
of Aphrodite.
From open thighs
chitinous and black
nimble legs brush
at tender pollen;
succulent clumps
of creation spread
by obsessive desires,
the lust for amber ambrosia,
the cheery happiness
of dandelion mana
optimistic
and invincible.
So cruelly manicured
by the blunt machetes
of guillotine devices,
spiralling and gnawing,
growling and chopping,
in the name
of homogenous desire;
a perfect emerald lawn
in an Arizona desert
fed by nitrogen-phosphates
and the horrid xenophobia
of herbicides.
And these butter-soft
milky flowers,
are unwanted guests
in the placenta
of suburban spring.
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