Arncliffe Babylon

Nice points on your new fence, great job on your gardenias if hollow from
years in sodom.
Sunflowers in a kind of screen, no one's gonna bother him but to note how
tall they grow.
Could be any one of us here
This darkness grows like roses
In cultivated beds, in the wicked webs of widows
Thrust creeping hands through tiny cracks
I start to suspect myself, spot-check for a trace of guilt, it follows me home
via gutters.
Could be any one of us here
Suspicion spreads like wildfire

Inside our addled heads and the perfumed air of cut flowers
And makes us sad
Attempting severence - give this no water, give it no air
Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
Dumb cats with an evil streak, storm clouds in a skull motif, grandfathers,
leaf-swirls, bored mothers
Could be any one of us here
This darkness grows like roses
In cultivated beds, in the wicked webs of widows
Thrust creeping hands through tiny cracks