THE BASING OF FLOWERS
I have sought
and found
nothing
other than
wild withering
mouths and multitudes
of mounds
stuffing to each man-
manacled maw
the logique of logic
or the brazen brassy bend
of bickering, chittering war.
But you, you,
when were your flowers
strewn, when did your leaves
leave you pale
in the tall and wild wind-
wailing of plattered petals,
drunk heads wheedling you –
an exoneration of all
exoneration, a paltry
bad evaporation
of urinal dew?
(from “”Love” Poems For Kathy / Green. Laced. Leaves”)
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