poem ( frustrated prose)

I gotta admit
god dammit
truth paints the horizon sun rise, set
I gotta bet truth shines through eyeballs and testicles
it shines straight through the will of man!

I got a woman
I got a famine inspiration to make something dirty
to grow from the abused "bitch mother fucked earth exploding"
mountains crumbling into valleys, for what? TELEVISIONS!
I got a woman all day long
in the garden, singing songs to make kale grow, garlic
Dreams too, like seeds in the soil
you need water, proper PH and love, man
you need love too

broken record;

hippy;

tree hugging loving mothers all over the

earth; the earth

I don't know man, your a beggar without pockets
your always gonna want with that need
find a woman
grow a garden
live your breath
die in real life

I got drunk and never stopped drinking
I got laid down and never got up
come, lie down beside me
in this garden we can both grow
on this mother we can both sew a seed
Ripped and twisted; my memory
gone from blue sky to brown
"you see only the bad things andrew"
Well I can't see through them, teacher
making me learn to look the other way

I got a woman
left me the dirt and I grow on with her famine inspiration; mother Love