i can't believe it's not winter

my mind just went blank
flash flood the think tank
medicine for the ill renewed
will pop the latent head balloon
wine and cheese if you ask me please
bring about your newly found disease
spread some laughter on hot morning toast
regretting last night, becoming the most
sickening
bitter
the variations in your rose-colored conduit
cannot surmise what's in this melting pot black
disturbed by a cloud swath in cool breeze
illustrations exausted and tickled beneath
these merry men lead horses
picking up tulips for a wounded soldier
breaking habits like mirrors
repressed hopeless feelings flutter
sprinkling the tops of shambled ruins
in an orchestral order to die for
a secret message to live for
someone sleeps on the cold floor
waiting for truth to speak
the message is bleak
like fate's whispering gardens
producing berries to ripen
garbled
shining
pressed
droplets