Sun Shuns all Weak Flowers

Portrait of a Sagitarian man
The ground so heavy/It seeps its own.
Sun shuns all weak flowers
Till she borns you a midnight son.

All's Jim wanted was to be a poet.
But they would never let him
Have it.
Bob said He wanted oil.
All's they wanted- Him
to Feed their soul.

Young wounds never heal
Boy wounds never heal
She's looking at you with
her good eye.

You're allowed
You're allowed
You're allowed
to cry.

She's looking at you
with her good eye.
You feel you're about
to say good bye.

Sun shuns all weak flowers
Go back to your Midnight tower.
Sun shuns all weak flowers
He will never let you
have her.







Electric Pink Flamingo Shock

Paradigm of an afternoon

Near a 99 cents shop

Popped out of a styrofoam cup

-2 minutes instant noodles

(lunch fit for a poodle) ...

 
  
Dear ----




My longing for you brings me here. I'm cold and damp & my
palms are crying real tears. It rained again last night. Heavy,
like nights are heavy when clouds roll right out of your sockets,
& dew drops make a nice substitute for cigarette burns...Even the air is heavy,
Every breath...intoxication.  Heavy. As I walk pass Ed's diner a gust of wind
assaults my sail/ an old newspaper/ (sooty/torn/a little mangled
from all that bruising/)carries me home to you. I feel so unfamiliar-ly happy
veins out of my neck are popping out/ the left ventricle of my "right" heart pumps
blood 85/mph.... my nostrils are flaring/flying from all direction...
& Suddenly it is clear to me... why you're not with me anymore.




-Sincerely,
Em

Hipster


I’ve been collecting
Over a year now.
After a while
Your heart
Starts to weigh heavy.
I have confided
My most intimate thoughts
To a bag of chips.
Recited my verse
In the bathroom.
My words have tailgated
Midnight buses,
that in the morning, always
find their way back,
Retracing old routes.
As I realize,
There is really nothing,
Like a soul,
That would take me away.

(first appeared in Circlemagazine)