Love lies on a razor shoots through the clouds as a lazor. Please don't let me down, I look up. Blink at the raining blossoms.
I convalesce in my self-made imaginary infirmary, a red sphere floating firm above a Japanese blotched black ink dove. Blink up at the raining roses Squint up at the blinking blossoms.
Love built the cross, it also built the atom bomb.
Roses rain down in flurries. Blossoms blink down in a hurry.
It would be sin for us to scurry, even as the love spoken previous beams down from heaven, is impossible for us to bury. If this is my truth, let it be conjoined, to become our truth. And, with outstretched skinny fists protruding out from the clouds above. I watch as the Rose petals float fluttering down in a flurry. I blink up at the rolling, bowling, balling, beautiful blossoms....falling.