Green Thumb

We like our picnics in the garden
His fingertips popping up there
Green thumb, more decayed than the last

We like our picnics and painting
Blowing holes in your story
White wine after red lies
Blowing holes in some mountain

You like your picnic at the top of the mountain
No no dear
I don't want to have to watch you fall from there

Then you do
Hit your elbow
On a tree branch
And a frog fell
When you swopped past
Hit your back bone
On eroded stones
And a lizard hissed
At your, feebleness

When you hit your ear
On a rock, that she was grazing
Again

Oh no it seems I could not look away
I had all eyes pinned on the place
I had my eye pinned on the rocks that now hold pieces of you

And we like our picnics in the garden
Ears sprout like roses
Wanting to know what were discussing

And there's a pool party
"I couldn't have done a better job myself!"

And I like my pool boy standing there
Sanding my stones
Laying pebbles
Hanging out all my washing
Now take it in
Could you keep her distracted?
And fetch me my drinks
You owe us so much more

And we like our picnic with sesame seeds and painting
Blowing holes in your story
Red wine after white lies
Blowing holes in your history
And I'd have my picnic there not here