Greener pastures aren’t enough
Frivolous and pretentious they stare
Watching us squirm to break cuff
No sign stipulating buyer beware

Greener pastures aren’t enough
The chase no longer a thrill
For the exhausted wanderers’ exulted bluffs
Silently screaming while they build

Greener pastures aren’t enough
Despite twenty-five blooms of Zinnias
A thorn bored into the Gardener’s glove
Like a bolt from Zeus’ scorned linea

Greener pastures aren’t enough
The gall of mature cohorts
Whose faux wisdom falls past quiet ears, without snuff
How can you pretend to know our hearts while holding no court?

Greener pastures aren’t enough
Elijah, Elijah lama sabachthani!
I can’t get by without our mutual trust
You, a voyeur, gluttonous for my writhing plea

Greener pastures aren’t enough
Are the cosmos meant to contain pastures new?
Uranus denies this rebuff
“Controlling the yolk would mean nothing to you”

Greener pastures aren’t enough
Silent midnight moonlight holds no quarter, tightening the adamantine slough
It allows the cerebral void to swallow the Nomad, silent and rough
Shall I put myself out to pasture? Yes, I’ve had enough.