the unreal garden

the unreal garden is a stunning space.

who made this world? who transformed

this augmented reality I want to touch?

I want to jump into it with abandon, to trace

this mind-mending meta world of color. immersive—

that calls my spirit, draws my lifeline to follow

mysterious guardians of time, of tranquility—

how do you fall down in this tall grass? no rose.

how do you smell the rain pouring hollow

in colors of the rainbow and swirls? to chase

the hare of experience as if it was just…

an impossible zoo, a verse within a verse

just another summer day with swans

and bears and grasshoppers moving jaws

back and forth not up and down. which way

should I turn on my favorite Lyon street? 

surrounded by the roar of a real-life swirl,

down the hidden path around the palace,

the swans secret themselves from coyotes.

this is where she opens her wings and floats away.

hear guiros. stunned by the virtual frog dissection

…at the stop light, power surged blinking red.

the unreal garden finally disappeared, straining

at the crosswalk, through the intersection—

she was reading and her boobs fell out, a painting

this is the plan for your one wild and precious life!