identify the flower before you eat it

We must have been French or in France that day.

My oranges stuttered like Darwin like Newton.

The crossing hadn't improved any of our attitudes.

These formalities contradict me into my beauty.

We shall all speak like this some day and smoke

Black cigars. But, cheri, the light's bearable here.

And we're finally filters. Filtered and contained as

A sentence within a serial novel. Prosperous. For

A time without any prospects. A pail of presence.

Scuttled in a bungalow. Sinking and singing some

Ridiculous round. We, too, boys together in Tours.

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brain stutters keep time
orange to black on thorny limbs
drought parched voices gone

hear - nothing to say
partridge eggs float raw to the top
funerals bury all

flowers bloom insects
flutter and swirl above scents
none can smell any more

no prospects in your
old home, parched desert vineyards
only dry red rocks

pails of absence full
not us, sitting on the porch
rocking on our heels

blood red sun blue sky
floats below the horizon
night once more we wait

afterglow bathes
we bask in warmth, watch bats
glide furiously

to life from blackness
free from the dark absence
of the hollow earth

eyes close heads dropping
unable to watch our wait
trusting the golden orb
will come round
once more