I wish you were a flower.
So I could keep you in my pocket
and read to you
and you would listen!
The works of Ginsberg,
and Twain,
who contradict each other beautifully.
We would drink tea.
And start a war,
Accidentally.
Bunches of Chamomile,
Earl Grey,
Darjeeling
Would join the ranks in our brigade
Against the world.
But that's too harsh for
A flower.
But.
Couldn't you be something else?
An atom bomb.
A butterfly.
A girl with roses for eyes.
Two headed and beautiful
You would fly from the last explosion,
Till your eyes wilted
And melted
And you slept.
With me and Ginsberg and Twain.