Amaryllis in the Spring
because it's a pure & innocent thing

before a summer of rockets,
debris of hope—

              the Age of Discovery,
              the Punishment of Lust

an intravenous poison of decline forms
the new math: eye value minus itself

in waltz-time the body is radio-active,
there is no such thing as labor saving machinery

ask Garbo or Monroe, very happy one moment,
the next there was nothing left

their machines did the heavy lifting,
but one was not the loneliest number

the red glow of her cigarette.
the fingers of her left hand
yellow  with nicotine
clutching dying flowers

"buy a rose for your lover," she says,
"buy one for your wife. buy 2."

"the flowers are wilted."

"maybe it's your eyes that are wilted.

she had black hair
black as the night
the violent night
and gray eyes
the shade of ***** ice

"you must love
someone,
some of the time, no?
put a rose on
your father s grave, then"

"love is like lost pennies
falling from a broken jar"

she smooths her hair with one pale,
long, fingered hand, "you re crazy,"

"my mom says so."

i was born to
have adventure

I followed her up the steps

i was born to chase the night
through the forest
of dead roses

𝕀 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜 , 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕕 ,
𝕕𝕣𝕒𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕝𝕚𝕞𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 , 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕕

𝕚𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕕𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕝𝕪, 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 ,𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕞𝕖𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕖,
𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕧𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝕞𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 , 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕖

ℂ𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕤𝕜𝕪,
𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕤, 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙  𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕖𝕪𝕖

𝕀 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖, 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕓𝕪 𝕘𝕒𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕥 ℝ𝕖𝕕 𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕤,
𝕠𝕣 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖, 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕟-𝕝𝕚𝕥 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤,
𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕟'𝕥 , 𝕟𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕤

𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕞𝕪 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦
𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦

The morning sun whispered to the streetlights to go to sleep..
The morning sun burned away the fog from the moons dreams..
The day has chased the night away..