Doing Lions in a Garden

The Carolina Allspice
out back has turned abusive.
It needs trimming,
the way that the years
eventually do.
I bought it for you
because it has flowers
of dark little petals;
they're like gay
antebellum stationery,
a dried-blood shade.
Red things oft seduce, alarm.
Sometimes they parade,
sometimes do harm.
Oh, the little red dots
were petechiae...not
hemangiomas. (I forgive
you, Doctors.) My blood
was poisoned by my own
thoughtlessness. I want
to tell life: ..."less movielike,
more movie, Puhleeze!..."
We definitely need lions
in this garden
I'm visualizing
and mentally plotting now....
and I don't mean ersatz
or faux or sculptural.
Gardening is rather
the spirit's acupuncture:
unscientific, often effective.
I want lions. I need lions.
In my very own yard.
Not just any lions.
Medieval lions.
Do I even need explain?
Desire is not cultural.
Desire is corrective....
I know you have taken
a degree in assholery.
But.
Please stop adding
to my Puckish migraine.