Hopeless,
entangled and lonely
Soiled in thought.
Green shrubbery in
knots of friendship
and senseless touch.

Peonies by the dozen,
resting on the floor,
with drawn malice
and a simpleton heart.
In puddles of love
and a rainfall of glass
they evaporate in pointless,
panicked gasps.

Hopelessly.
Entangled and lonely.
Twirling in the frost
of stormed air,
and withered wrecks,
and sugar glass.

Peonies by the dozen
dying on the floor-