Waldemar Avenue
Will Hatchett
As the tongues of ferns uncurled
Beneath the incense-bearing trees
The hussy flowers said hello
Like smiling starlets, high on Es.
Along the tree-lined avenue
Lobelias said "Choose me please!"
It was a floral red light zone –
A massage parlour for the bees.
The hungry shrubs were rioting
Time slowed down to a crawl, then stopped.
The air was thick with fragrant smoke –
An explosion in a perfume shop.
Someone had turned the summer on
Cranked up the sound to number nine
Put sex in all the flower beds
And planted strange drugs in my mind.
The traffic stalled, the sky turned red
The oven door was open wide.
The pavement turned to chocolate.
My heart melted, I fell inside.
