Oleander

I am endowed with a vision

Or a sonnet of hope

In a Subaru with Alexander Pope

When I hit my drum

Oleander come

When I hit my drum

Oleander come

I am bereaved by the reaper

When I wash in the bay

In my old white shoes

Close my eyes and I hear a sweet wind say

“Hasn’t he a lot, give a gust forgot”

And when I hit my drum

Oleander come

Vile drummer put the rhythm on the rock when the rhythm is off

Oleander plays a rhythm I forgot, when the rhythm is gone

When I hit my drum

Oleander come

When I hit my drum

Oleander come

When I hit my drum

Oleander come

When I hit my drum

Oleander come