Jeepers, Peepers. NO! to the Creepers

do you arbor

an herbaceous conceit

twisted twining temerity

vining through your veins

that my musings

trellis your garden?

do your cerebrations

craftily creep

under deluded canopy

that my denuded demons

were bared

for the soiling

of your hedera helix?

do you bower

under pompous ponderosity

that thinning

of my thorny thickets

plants a garden

for your gratuitous


I alone

am the caretaker

of my fertile garden

I am clearing out

detritus underbrush

the crimson rustling

of my vexation

dapples shade

upon your

ungrounded presuppositions

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