A Man In His Garden

A Man In His Garden

A Poem by Obbligato

A time comes when the sky is naked
ridding her flesh from stifling clouds 
a purge from noon 
the spherical decent of garments
revealing her bear majesty
and under her celestial spotlight
I make my stage
becoming as light as the air I breathe in 
I leave my house and enter my garden
to bask under her new attire

licorice skin with ivory piercings 
to catch my attention
The song is played
my feet trespass on a snail graveyard
as I light a cigarette
clear clouds of cold demons
emit from my lips
at noon they were stifling
every drag derailing my limbs
from the tracks they cling to
while the song occupies with an unholy engine
I sink into my instincts

my toes become midnight marauders
charging through a miniature jungle
a prisoner to their will
I know not where they go
but I trust them
hoping the ground will hold me up
my arms move with electric relaxation
striking every atom around me
though ecstatic
they keep my balance in place

A monk in his temple
A president in his oval
A man in his garden
this place is sacred
private quarters to let a beat
and forget the house that stands beside me

© 2014 Obbligato

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Added on September 27, 2014
Last Updated on September 27, 2014



London, London, United Kingdom

I am a young male poet from the inner workings of London. I have been writing poetry for a few years and have been inspired and driven to write by my relationships, experiances, knowledge and emotions.. more..

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