hedge
March 22, 2007he sleeps inside the bushes
lays his head against the ground
whispers to the grass
stares at the leaves above
he is friends with the ants
shares food with them too
would like a banana of his own
and a kingdom for lunch at noon
he smokes cheap cigarrettes
and drinks the dripping rain
he talks to the squirrels
about existential pain
his god is no almighty
wont kill at his request
his mood is crisp and wafer-like
his beliefs are strips of cheese
he shrivels with the hibiscus petals
hugs the cold ground tight
he wont sleep till tomorrow
cuz he never sleeps at night
