I wanted to make
you happy and feel like life
Bright like mine, not yours

How precious death
and senseless life

when wives should
lie not for her man in
pleasure but in duty

dies giving birth
to his children

who will make more

Sea or broom
the meaning

runs out of room
to have legs to move--
and like the self

(in love) and useless debris
tends to get swept away

What is that thing
that looks better
than it looks

like it gets better
than this?

True: it's a never-
lasting thing,
like a countdown

Pillow under the head,
body laid in a bed,

black splotched red

behind the eyes, and
a breath somehow
wakens the rest

I feel
I learned
to speak

by reading.

I don't remember
the joy of shouting
with accuracy

some signified
entity aloud,

but I recall the sensation
of annoyance at sounding
out the toothsome shapes
at such a slow pace

compared to the force of
words creation exploding
in meaning and references

within such a
small space.

You think
you know
beauty

better than
the bee, but

Flowers turned pretty
for them-- so we say
Flowers turned pretty
for them

because of evolution and propagation

and not how the bug sees
something pretty enough

--for a human
to say its pretty
enough--

and go to it