ambling home from your house last night

Ambling home from your house last night                            
the dimmed nighttime streets lulled and muddy
 juvenescent springtime dreamed itself softly
unraveling amid sacred flower-bedding
 once played upon as lost adolescents
frolicking throughout forlorn shadows of deceased imagery
the old abandoned playhouse remained riddled and voluminous
disillusioned years hung grimly among spectral notions of tawny fluorescent bulbing
take me back to your azure childhood rhododendron garden
where father initially entered your suburban back door
 sullenly raping you into frostbitten winters
when dysfunctional school time Christmas pageantry marked the inevitable end
to indecent juvenile pastimes
the shoreline beach at St. Augustine that Summer
you in a violet two piece bathing suit
downy drifts of ocean sand falling between your tanned feet
lethargic afternoons of pastel daytime
darkened evenings along the city outskirt
peering over the electrically lit metropolitan perimeter
creepy Uncle Frankie's rusted four-door station wagon
rows and rows of blooming juniper in your mothers household garden
moonlit serenades through dead aunt Stacy's trailer park
and Jim Beam's recreational Sunday skyline
recreating days when karaoke was fun or at least not knowing any better
this year has been a cruel macabre playpen
for Satan's binmen
take me home from flowering Judas
into pallid motherly arms
of the woman who kills me
yet gives a fuck