Bright Yellow trumpets,
playing the song of spring,
A morning kiss,
A bed of hope
is spread out
under the sun.
Category: New Poems: workings and beginnings.
the birds and the bees.
The morning broke the silence,
reflecting the sun’s light
into the darkness
putting the shadows on the run,
as it shines through the blinds;
and exposes the flowers outside the window.
We woke to birds singing
outside the window,
and a woodpecker
tapping bugs out of the siding.
Flowers know all the best gossip,
The Birds and the Bees.
Pass it on.
Flowers: Roses
Roses are beautiful,
Sensual,
And bitchy.
If you’re not careful.
They’ll hurt ya.
cause you to bleed.
Questions: I call back
And it quickly turns to voice mail.
Wondering.
How much the stamps cost
to send my voice to you?
Later
Later,
You might recall
The moment you tore the valves
Right off my heart.
But that’s ok
I let it go
I went down
To the Wal-Mart
On the corner
Down the street
And bought some gorilla glue
pieced it back together.
And for years
I walked around
Connected to tubes,
and wires,
with beeping sounds
echoing about me.
Later,
I’ll mop up the blood
Covering the floor.
And staining the hard wood floors.
And sheets.
Smyon-Pa 