fuschia
by rosangelica.
purple converse drowning
in slimy sea water
that you pull
like the nectar from veins
attempt to pollinate
silly fool
switch into the flow of things
diamond rings and spoken word
that sounds like
that sounds like
you sound like fuschia
vividly vibrating volumes
drove your wavelength
ended up in Vegas
futures and pasts and paths
overlap
the urge to pollinate
has never been greater
II.
short conscious story of your middle aged little daughter. she's slept on enough comets to realize that running is the drug everyone's overlooked. we're calling your agent who says you are booked, but you are in Vegas. they say you've changed--"you've replaced us." me, I'm drifting along this pond searching for baby mosquitos. the wisdom is shown by the worn samsonite. your phone doesn't stop ringing in my dreams, just like my ears that never stop hearing your screams.
IV
to love
is the easiest thing
I never had to do
