garden vegas

regourds to the epipath,
phence me in to squash flowers
I'll rope dance the golds into
the green fleshy vegemeat
to take a vegand 
for life, according to
progressions
as the regression
proves one ought.

listen, can you hear
the statistics?
they whir and spur 
and curdle
to milk the mind
of every calcified drop.

spared me for what;
a minuet, sixty beaten sands
cash sin, heard casino
bet on the frisk
a rabbit foot
to stew and rue 
and chew
until the truth
can be freed
from the gut's
bioluminescent bacteria.