florations

I like to visit
our flowers when I wake up.

After the loopy nights.

Some take such airs.

Talking about their impending deaths.

Drama queen flowers!

Such varied pathologies of beauty!





A knight-in-armor's
medieval viral thorns
around pods

show a Christly will & tilt.


Trailing vine's Rasputin grasp
latches on to a sick Romanov
holding a stick.



(Those dry penny-pinchers
who isolate themselves

tell a story despite themselves.

Their weedy dessicated
mermaid's purses...)




   Some Flowers in Our Garden


Some prefer to dine
on their rain alone.

That one makes me laugh.

Spurred one with a pinched,
large purple lip,

fine specimen of whorishness.

I love this garden
you and I made.

These flowers.

They have no need for.

Language's expensive
symptoms.