08-03-2017, 01:28 PM
Achebe—you're kidding, right?
Imagined person-->roses-->blown; came-->boredom leading to daydream-->hidden places (backyard, bramble, intensely fogged-up town)-->dirtiness-->secretiveness (something about it)-->garden reference, with all that entails + came + imagination (to mind).
How is it *not* about masturbation???
Edit 2
Something about you
this morning, with the roses
blown delicately in the early winter
gardens, came to my mind.
My thoughts have nothing to do but amble,
on a dawn bus ride
past backyard and bramble,
through a fog bound city,
its blackened brick walls
left behind.
Something about it, this morning, in the gardens
came to mind.
Imagined person-->roses-->blown; came-->boredom leading to daydream-->hidden places (backyard, bramble, intensely fogged-up town)-->dirtiness-->secretiveness (something about it)-->garden reference, with all that entails + came + imagination (to mind).
How is it *not* about masturbation???
Edit 2
Something about you
this morning, with the roses
blown delicately in the early winter
gardens, came to my mind.
My thoughts have nothing to do but amble,
on a dawn bus ride
past backyard and bramble,
through a fog bound city,
its blackened brick walls
left behind.
Something about it, this morning, in the gardens
came to mind.
A yak is normal.

