Indulge my spring exuberance.
London designer floats them
on invisible threads from up
above, so you can get a bird’s
eye view of blossoming.
Monthly Archives: April 2014
Fucked Up “How are You?”
Excuse the words I use to describe my mental state.
That people ask me that question all the time and they
don’t want to hear the truth, right? So I isolate in my
new house trying to make it a home. Brooding about
change in my world is hard enough. Out there, jeez louise.
peonies
The color of my favorite raspberry sherbet.
Varied in stages from big buds to colossal
layered blooms, delicately perched on tall stem.
Flowers make my memories of gardens I’ve known.
Self Revealing
Watching a documentary
my gut twists, my eye twitches
How a woman could conceal
Paternity
Is horrific!
trope
He – emo
She- Manic Pixie Dream Girl
Fantastic that he came up with a name for her
this annoying Hollywood bride-o-Frankenstein
that talks perky-fast and saves him from his uptightness
so he can be childlike and hopeful and save the world
She needs to get to a shrink and get some mood stabilizers.
Meta Pychosis
Without making a sound
Utter to you in the canyon
the vibrations of my love
and deep admiration, dear.
Rose Heads
Plump and heavy, the rose shows up in spring
like an extrovert at the season’s fanciest party
One lone rose is a beautiful thing to me and a
tiny tight nosegay, keep your thorny show offs.
