Promiscuous Greenery

                       What endeared the dreaded solitude of stale lingering nights? Early morning laundry heaps in the remote corner of a jaded room. In days of necessary labor, assorted mops and brooms clanking ,the sweated eyelids of civil servants in swarming multitudes. The sun in it's afternoon chamber, the folly of Autumn foliage in well thwarted landscapes. Disheveled in cement and semen, presumptuous borders of the daytime courtyard. Evening bedspreads and lampshades reside beside an embedded coffee table. Grave words trickle monotonously from grey- open- mouthed street merchants, assembling narrow city passageways. Trickling walkways unfold throughout the center of town.The hard earned dirt and grit that clings to the pale soles of middle-aged business women's shoes, scurrying their way to sordid work occasions. 
                      Lifeless and embodied. Golden archways and shallow moons. Tea cups and assorted feathers cloud awaiting speculation, of embalming fluorescent noons. Gathered in deserted parking lots, the chilling cycles of wind, unforgiving breezes circle in approaching themes. Rush hour is carnivorous, toxic is native refuge, tired and conspired against. Grasping dead flowers from a translucent vase. She waters rhododendrons endlessly in the complacent garden, incandescent sun rays languidly reflect off green house mirrors. Clear in it's simplicity, the novelty establishment in it's sultry glory. Sunbed of dirt and moisture, agriculture in it's soiled grief and seed. Monuments of floral embroilment, adolescent children in the hearth of their needs.
                     Tea time lovers, reclusive in oblivious leisure, recline outdoors amidst ancient scenery, above a carpeted surface of perspiring vegetation, the browning sycamore, an evanescent table of glass. The garden has reached it's flourishing climax, through the darkening heights of towering proximity. Mother took us to a theater social. In an August of pears, and promiscuous greenery. What statues align the structural plaza, in the harsh realm of continuity. The graveyard community has peaked out onto winding marble staircases, concrete corridors, porcelain sinks, and shimmering edifices.
                        Rest your head on the silken pillow at dusk. Relieve your distress beside the furnished fireplace, where scattering embers descend into dreams.