I wish you were a flower.
So I could keep you in my pocket
            and read to you
    and you would listen!
           The works of Ginsberg,
     and Twain,
who contradict each other beautifully.
            We would drink tea.
      And start a war,
Accidentally.
      Bunches of Chamomile,
          Earl Grey,
             Darjeeling
Would join the ranks in our brigade
          Against the world.
   But that's too harsh for
              A flower.
                  But.
Couldn't you be something else?
         An atom bomb.
     A butterfly.
A girl with roses for eyes.
          Two headed and beautiful
  You would fly from the last explosion,
Till your eyes wilted
    And melted
     And you slept.
With me and Ginsberg and Twain.