Maggie’s Garden

Little Maggie Sue’s got nothing to do but cry

She sits in her garden alone in isolation no one knows why

But they will try to fix her

With all of their books and spells

They will try what they think they have to

To take her out of this hell

Little do they know she’s prepared

And wants to give them a show

The daisy’s will be red tonight as the literature flows

They creep outside her sanctuary the sun is dying

They peek for a look at the insane crier

Pills in one hand, syringe in another

They stumble through dimensions of clutter

The noise opens Maggie’s eyes

Though she’s not that surprised

They don’t know what she’s thinking

They don’t know she’s going to give a show

The daisy’s will be red tonight

As the literature flows

With one eye open she sits still staring at the wall

And a blue bird flies away one of it’s eggs fall

She turns around to the intruders

With red hands, white skin, and blue eyes

She says, “I’m glad you could make it”

Then she sighs

She buries her poems in the soils soul

And toils with her own mind that is fading

The daisy’s will be red tonight

As the literature flows

“What was that you buried” said the man with the rubber band tie

She replied with her eyes looking around in despise

“Nothing important it’s only my life”

“It’s nothing but everything I am”

The vultures did arise to the last ray of the sky

Two bald eagles crashed into buildings so high

And the chains that were dragged

Have been replaced for a straight jacket

The daisy’s will be red tonight

As the literature flows

She reaches behind for something spiked something small not a knife

The coats blow the horn she reveals a row of thorns

And says “you were warned I’ll leave you torn

if you step any closer”

She puts the vine to her throat

And raps it around like a rope

And she squeezes for a reason

The one she has not yet found

The daisy’s will be red tonight

As the literature drowns

She speaks up through her own suffocation

“Your all clowns and your words wont sell

what the hell is the point of trying to help if you can’t help yourselves”

Maybe things could have been different

Maybe if they would have listened

Her final thoughts jumped up and down

Running through and around her rushed brain

The daisy’s will be red tonight

The literature stained

The coats rushed over with their pens and eyes

Not having realized just how and why she died

Still they stab, cut, and slice, her body torn

Planting their knowledge into the corpse

And meanwhile homeless children are crying out

The coats keep saying “quiet down

were busy now but soon we will tell you were coming soon”

The daisy’s are drenched in red

Another garden left for dead

Her dead head swelled up like a balloon

And for a minute the coats howled at the moon

They sound found a solution

In scrounging for pins

They rolled bins of them in through the crowds

People shouted and said that ain’t allowed

All that came out was purple smoke

Reaching for the clouds

The daisy’s shrivel in nines

The garden taken over with mines

Three shriveled daisy’s come out of the ground

Turn on their heads and scowl at the obscene methods

And asked, “do you really know

What it means to be evil”?

The coats though shocked said “step forward”

It was a maze for the daisy’s

They couldn’t say four words

Before being blown from their home

The daisy’s rest in pieces

Tape and cones

The coats giggled like children and wiggled like worms

All of their eyes burned of salt and dirt

As they stomped on ferns

A heavy storm churned

They looked up eyes and mouth open

With overwhelming force their words were choked

And the morning brought an extra token

To all pockets and unspoken

The garden down the drain

Unresolved pain

Days later a dirty piece of paper is recovered

By a man in red pants and sandpaper shoes

His wig hovers slightly

While he gets the blues

The paper read: “don’t be scared of your sisters and brothers

through the darkness their is always is a sun

don’t wear shades miracles happen everyday

if love is one then everyone has something to say”

The man falls to his knees

And decides to plant a seed