The tulip has wilted in a hopelessly unfair...despair,
in a pink powder like weak fragility of partially disappeared shiny lipstick
dry, draggy and clumpy.
Many have been consumed and most have been lived through.
Kissed and drained.
Ornamented crowds have fleeted
and many have been lost
vanished and gone.
Wealth, health and glamour all expired with fleeing memories.
Shiny carnival glasses just hold worn out and deceased bodies leaving spirits aloof
skulls shall now smile inadvertently, not minding the sand running through the neck one hour after another
all the tulips, even the purple ones, have withered

you look woebegone
in your forlorn effort to
escape sullen glum

My hair has been gently touched by your hands
When they were still warm
How will I ever get it cut?
When you cut yourself off from me

I sit against the boulder
Listening to the thuds and barks off my shoulder

As I get older
Life does not make me any bolder

It is only getting colder
Losing the ones around once they get closer

A dream
or a hallucinated
fantasy
or an illusion
of a fully theorized
delusional
hypothetical
visionary
abstract
idealized
conception of
all love should be like
in the streams of my
unconscious
consciousness
is
you

Collecting sea shells at the shore
rare and exotic with their vibrant colors
regal queen conch shell and cowries
sea shells from the mysterious depths of the ocean connecting the body and the spirit cruising through wandering souls  
when playing death songs on my weeping violin to cry to I bid farewell to all the loved ones  
All the books that have once been read to bring solace and consolation are now dusty and rusty in my mind
Compass… and the dice
Roll the dice and hide
Toll the bell and die

Finding ourselves amidst the confusing harmony ornamented by turns and trills, and wildly alternating loud and quiet notes
the unexpected rhythms travel to unexpected places in a chaotic order through clearly heard melodies of life
phases of the world, shifts...transitions
Transitioned, transitioning, transitions
Anticipated and unanticipated changes
Sometimes sophisticated, suave, and civilized, harmonious streams and passages of flowing strings  
And at times abrupt, aback, shocking and drastic, giant strides
speed up and slow down in awe through
fueling catastrophes of exhaustion,
and all the good notes and colors, and flowers and poems, bottles of good wine amassed  
all pleasures and pains will prevail  
as the red carnations shall never wilt