Poem -
Unfit For Flowers
On the eastern slope of the glen, where the bees slept
and the breeze kept vigil-
you could see the Summer trumpet and submit to Beauty
With too many acorns for the Atavist.
But all the fiddle-backs to tickle
your midnight fancy.Β Β
Spruce garnets like Lanterns
of Warm Forever.
Unfit for flowers, but always a Season on Stilts
And opiates.
The cars are parking where the goslings go.
Now the aluminum can is shiny
in the ice on the asphalt
like a Valkyrie.
Little tombstones and caviar
ugly in the barrel.
where the chamber
has a bullet to kiss you with
or a Truth to Put a God
in your Hand.
Support CosmoFunnel.com
You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.
Comments
Superb...stark and raw, just how I like it .Β
?
SHALOM
The way I Love You now... Is how we Decipher. Thank You for your very Kind Consideration of my Work. Bless your heart. Poetry-
However dark is fun. And Poems, however poetry... are Rare.
[ THIS POEM IS ALL YOUR FAULT. ]
THIS POEM IS ALL YOUR FAULT.
this poem is all your fault
And, from here, a cymbal crashes
In your cut throat;
A silver laugh thinned
By the weight of Words
And pulled through the keyhole
Of your unrepentant craw.
I owe you this platitude;
I believe you to owe me
Awe.
Or not.
Not every tornado is a bad mood;
Not every bone of contention is caught
In the hill in my throat,
Every word still comes
Up the staircase nude
To sell themselves to our dead air,
A supply of inflated demand.
We cloud the coffee
With things we cannot be.
You shot me in my own lair
Long before you think you caught me;
Fought me like i was a wall of a man.
You show me where flowers go
After they've goneΒ
And by God
Ill show you how buffalos stand....
© 12 months ago, megan conner Β Β Β Β
Β Like (2)Β
Precious poesy from my Doppelganger! Love you!!!
superbly executed prose. well written
Thank You so much! I really love this work...