flower street

we just wanted to grow the flowers again
here on a street named flower
where beneath the street
you could hear something
deep rumbling
pressure in the ears
from down below

a foul scent rose up
from a scene left
in a flash,
roar of apocalypse
roar of a trillion atom bombs
roar of the people
wanting to be free
reaching up

i almost fell down
that hole
and i wanted to believe
that hiroshima/nagasaki
never happened

someone said it never did
where they came from
and i looked for him
on a walk around the block

it was a golden age
out in cactus land
at least that day

we were so grateful
for the sun
we saw that thing
that would have swallowed
everyone

clock turning back
just a bit
whoa
flowers
flowers for the children
flowers for the people
all kinds
weeds too,
because they often heal
they often bloom

end of the world
turned into
how does your garden grow
after singing in the ghost greenroom
i was sitting there, sitting bare
entropy made a pattern
in the mess all over there

at midnight in july
a baby buddha girl
laughed amongst swaying buildings
and my ancestor came
my cat greeted him
she turned into a wolf
and howled at the eclipse

and flowers grew
you could hear the children laughing about it
they always knew
they always knew