The Color of Where

    Where I'm from,
    tomatoes bloom big as
    silicone tits.
    Cuke-vines ravage
    the leafy tresses of
    blushing radish while
    beans ravish the trembling trellis;
    swollen sleek zucchinis
    plunder cabbagy crevices and
    huge-wombed yellows despoil all doubts.

     All around, the keening kudzu
    snakes its devouring grope and
    hydrangeas climax pink and blue
    like frilly frocks for fledgling hopes.

 You know, I think I'd return to Eden
 but for the blood-mad mosquito
 the bleak, peak-less vistas
 the two-faced moribund sky
 gray as April's alpine slush
 the hominid scent of incest
 nesting in the brush.

  Copyright Julianza Shavin 05/07