last night i thought (it came to me all heavy

sitting at the tip top of my skull and then sinking

slowly down)that flowers aren't too beautiful,  sucking the sun--

i imagine they are baring some teeth upward at the sky,

wanting something waiting

and with deafening colors to make fools

of whoever picks it.

do you know that i sometimes wonder what's good

at all, whats left

 

deary? for you to come cuddle me

to snuggle --

we won't laugh in order

to keep invention alive, even those explosive red love moments are not for us--

they are for some brain-want and a brain-relief, oh

jesus for this: "i'm just a bunch of limbs moving" and you stay awake

all night so you can survive tomorrow as a zombie

because you hate living this way,it makes

a sad frown out of me.

 

except occasionally you are like a lily

put to music: in this context you

are beautiful and i am unafraid.:

i cannot reduce you for

a bone structure toppling downward,

tired for a cheap ride.      a lily now,

and even further: entirely. and i'll tell you something more: you smell so good sometimes. you are too soft and

you are so heavy on my skull, heavier than

knowing

how flowers grin