Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I can't change that
Or how I feel for you.

Daisies are yellow,
When the Lilies have died,
You sing like a cello,
Five-hundred watts amplified.

Birds of Paradise, away they fly,
Up to the burning Sunflowers,
Gone without a goodbye,
In the hypnotic early morning hours.

And Tulips upon Tulips
To cover your pillow under your head,
And Tulip petals to cover the apocalypse
That hides behind your lips of red.


-Jamie F. Nugent