everywhere I survive, I die.
as a master gardner,
harvesting hearts east,
you need every tool you can get.
I plant dinner for two.
then have a heart attack.
fall down dead in the dirt.
I watch the navy blue sky.
I go with it.
to yellow morning.
there I sit.
just to sing to you next Thursday.
maybe these canyons have beaten me.
goodnight gluttony.