Neo...

into cLeo’s tea with you…
Neo Know Phyte…
knots the neophyte
relax…
it’s just a hot brew…

Rutaceae
Genus Citrus
”...use the fours Luke…”
sprinkle me
”...for ye the mint…”
and that’s it
“Ophelia’s Grace…”
the Hamlet spent
there helios
ever greens
the fragrant
by golden means…
honey
but William said
two never tell
so…
apples aWay!

Tacuinum Sanitatis
recipes delight us
gently
topples the grappa
giggles Capella
ah!
so
there’s the Papa…
now
a holy father
forgives a daughter

that she’s Rogue
robes open
into rooms of gold
“shit”
...does hit a fan
and Neo
nomen
mystic
come showman
throws her clothes
into hells fire…

naked

”...my columbines us…
bain.marie…
shes pane for grains
and it rains…her way…”

Neophytus…
it’s a write
Neos.phutos
”...my new plant…”
fruit of my body

fleSh
of my.self

In Garden Halls

ode to the PenUs
fallicall friend
call it a ball
in hand
in my garden
where i stand
growing, well
pardon…
the expression
of ‘hard ons’
just a right type
of heart ons
suck.ulent
decks I’ve spent
laboriously
glorious
seeds men
and women
indeed…
Gardeners fall
on their knees
digging weeds
nibbling peas
stroking leaves
honey nuts
that please
a pleasure
in the taste
of a bud.
Wiser is the guy sir,
who dr.inks a read.

Holy Moses...

holy moses said to knowses
”...methinks, shes both now…”
mutant Gene in
cute blue jeans
floppy shoes
looking lean
bending to & fro
tending rows
and rows…
of a sweet scene.
”...the potatoes growing…”
Mister,
I’m face painting
Lips that stick
to his knowing…
Glowing green
the gardner seen
a nose on the eyes
of my favorite
string beans…
“Honey, surprise!”
I’m a mint
in a tea of leaves
Honey,bees live!
singing in the eaves
“Save a seat for me?”
scent of the sun
is forming
storming coal
knowing
shows that blow
hats from the cats
sitting above
and living below
“shes full of wind”
does it matter
if “shes”
in your mind?

”... page 2 …”
“you’re a turn;p”
and I’m gonna
radish you…

two

water melon in my garden
like the sun and moon
just two…
”...launcher ready…”
steady my hand
tending the weeds
near a row of beans
a far away land
”...it’s not a good time…”
so I wondered
and thought of when
wars are just plays
staged in the hands
of writers like me…
I’d arm the nations
with radish leaves
squash for bullets
that unload seeds
Peanuts money
on my jelly spread
I’d share the health
giving lettuce, head…
”... is it a good time now?...”
who wants a cow
chickens grown
in crowded pens
suffering blows
in.human.e hands
glitters the water
between the corn
I’d sale on ships
into rosebud shores
and i’d grow my fish
in between the stores
”...I’m god in my garden…”
and I divide the rows
soing what suits me
in tomato groves
and near my basil
I’ll build a school
teaching the mint
just how to be cool
and over hear
the potatoes anchor
on stalks of beer
”...wellcome…”
to chi…
banana central
read booms of cheer
...but they say I’m mental.
lentils
are sooo good in soup!
my capitals
I declare are true!
I only cook
When I brew my stew…
and no one regrets
in the garden of Sue.
”...yes piglet…”
I was Just
Making sure of you.