flowers
are th
spiritual organs of plants
they are no strangers
to beheading
flowers lose their light
protecting th dead
clumsy love
sure flower
fobbed
off her red roses
with a dozen pink
found petals ripped red all over
flowers
that went limp in my hand
as I offered them
flowers reached down for children
pressed flowers
when I made time for books
& they made time for me
a poet drawing a long bow
white rose red rose black arrow
flower of chivalry
bowed like a hollow bone
flowers played slap bass
with their mighty sinews
rooted
an arrow flowering from an eye
flower
vultures
we attend,circle
are they really dead ?
moth of flame
mumbling to a deaf god
no flowers please
no mention of sacrifices
flowers are for th delight
in offering
they caress
each moment
like a hand forgotten in a flame
pulling out all stops
in an elephant squeal of brass
pursed buds
blowing it out
flower
