last night i thought (it came to me all heavy
sitting at the tip top of my skull and then sinking
slowly down)that flowers aren't too beautiful, sucking the sun
i imagine they are baring some teeth upward at the sky,
wanting something waiting
and with deafening colors to make fools
of whoever picks it.
do you know that i sometimes wonder what's good
at all, whats left

deary? for you to come cuddle me
to snuggle
we won't laugh in order
to keep invention alive, even those explosive red love moments are not for us
they are for some brain-want and a brain-relief, oh
"i'm just a bunch of limbs moving" and you stay awake
all night so you can survive tomorrow as a zombie
because you hate living this way,it makes
a sad frown out of me.

except occasionally you are like a lily
put to music: in this context you
are beautiful and i am unafraid.:
i cannot reduce you for
a bone structure toppling downward,
tired for a cheap ride. a lily now,
and even further: entirely. and i'll tell you something more: you smell so good sometimes. you are too soft and
you are so heavy on my skull, heavier than
knowing
how flowers grin