#milkweed
Pink supernovas
call monarchs to crawl;
poison milk drops from
broken green breast.
Fields flicker with rivers
of afternoon latex.
O fluent wound,
this is a poor man's Lethe.
There are better ways
to forget what happened
than the annihilating
milkweed cripples.
Jan 23, 2021
Jan 23, 2021 at 9:24 AM UTC
from a dry split pod,
a lot of winged seeds explode;
a future forest
Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 5:25 AM UTC
Have you lost your favorite toy?
She failed you, disappoint you?
So now you stare.
So, now you don't care.
Hurt travels through tears like bombs,
Ruptures the landscape of loss.
Loss of trust,
Loss of dreams,
Loss like books in the Bible
You are tossed,
Across a Sea of Galilee,
A direction home.
Dry the well of deserved tears
Til they choke on brambles in the hills.
Murdered by descent.
Murdered by laments.
Ground to dust
They muddy
In the quick fire up there
As it slow burns your life
Down here.
****
Like milkweed in the breeze
Gone.
Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 12:02 AM UTC