Squeeze gently like lemons and fruits
Sweet nectar juices produced **** tongue close to core Butterscotch like tapped sycamore Perspiration seeps from peel Porous citrus aromates near Grown in sun among the wildflowers Oh how I love her, even when she sours
The gray arch stayed, broken
It could not survive the fall Now it's here; in ruin If only I could've saved it. I've seen this arch a thousand times Been here before I was born Civilization loved the arch But now, they're gone. I did not know where they went I hope it was somewhere nice. Wildflowers grew near the arch Yellow, orange and green I picked them up; then dropped them Now's not the time for flowers, I thought Then walked away. The fall was devastating I did not know what happened, but Destruction lay in its wake. And desolation was born.
I am sorry if this made you sad.
like wildflowers growing in the forest
Drive away from here, there's another world,
Outside the bubble of the star killing light, Lit instead by the milky way's night. Skyscrapers covered in snow, Windows covered by forests in alpine low, Suburbs of wildflowers by dew softly pearled.
No garden flowers for me,
no gaudy, painted flowers (hotel swimming pools beside the ocean). Give me wildflowers -- ironweed and jewelweed, chicory and Queens-Anne's-lace.
Hear Lucius/Jerry read the poem: humanist-art.org/audio/SoF_008_garden.MP3 .
litters like cleavers ‘neath ***-bound lungs outgrowing his ribcage she shoots unrestrained rambling t’ward a celandine sun