Springboard

i can't even sale lies about the pool
why they circle up and talk
our technology doesn't compare to their beauty.
When its late, i work to much for
natural selection on the other end, starting with the bug.
I'm going to change into a foxglove and tickle her
planting me in her garden by the bayleaf
along with the orange.
Finding my shirt on the cement
the leafs were rustling into a standing ovation
so i bowed barefoot and rough.
Alone to the mourning rush
equivalent to a new tatoo where I wore the wreath
before the moon in the dark cool ground
feeling around before me and sunglasses.
The world struggles to cope
above, while its to late
to sign the contract for millions, tulips
and the space for it.
Bumming the incredulous snatch of breeze and
nothing to charge a ion to, capitalizing on
tile and texture.