Rhododendron

Oh varnished soul, please excuse my bark
Pinch a trolley and push me 'round the park
Two strands of paint run, gulls circle above
Did you know that the dawn and the dusk were in love?

We make our way through this rhododendron dell
The past starts to shrink as the future seems to swell
Oranges and reds are now handcuffed together
And they can't escape gods boots of black leather

Hand me six dollars worth of bottle and booze
Which hair is mine, whose skin is whose?
Like a flower her scent is not lost in the dark
Oh varnished soul, please excuse my bark

by Washburn