In the forest of the mind
you were left behind,
panicked when slapped by
low hanging branches of trees of thoughts!
And the echo of agony
when blinding light of life
began exploding in your ear drums.

This man, thought that I knew
his mind a calm backyard
and rusty cars parts, not the wild,
a maze where monkeys crap in their hands
and throw it at a passing jaguar
that proudly wears orchids in its silky ears.

Here in this dense jungle
you are haunted by ghosts of old romances
and these hollow eyed waifs
who keep looking under rotten leaves
to find the green snake
that eat their love
and spat out obscenities.