sepulcher
santan bleeds in the frontyard of the fashionable
poinsettia blooms tinged by matte blood
the blurry lines, they grew thicker
and my head swirled left and right
i saw, tall bountiful trees
quite a quality becomes of you,
your trunks' tints, spread like ink
the ubiquity of those scattered natural white paint
trinkled, it becomes your portrait
we go round
we swerve
beside the higher scenery
altitude par altitude
my head twirled, my eyes circled
i would want to puke
but the beauty of your edges,
they spread when you stretch them open
cotton and softened, you impressed upon my eyes
while we go on a high ride
these sharp contours of the scenery
quite terrify and captivate me
but i am now dizzy
dear motion sickness spare me
and the curve goes on
the high altitude battles the length
my weakness takes a toll
and the still picture of you eventually roll
your forest dog is also like you
if yours is spread,
your dog wears stripes
in particular fashion,
like tiger but not quite
you and your dog and the scenery together
higher, and i remember
never lose your charm,
never lose your scenery
if the scent of gold is sniffed by these greedy breeds,
never, never be at your expense,
i will keep coming back
