poem of the day 05.22.10

murdering the flowers

murder
as beautiful as a flower
i have murdered many flowers
and more hours than i ever thought possible
in bars, in jobs
waiting for the cops to show up
waiting for busses
or reading books
that i can no longer remember

it is a bloody mess this murder
as red and ugly
as the afterbirth of a wailing
purple newborn

i wish that i could eat it up
the murder
the crushed, dead flowers
the hours
and everything else

but my mouth is sealed with wax
and i am an impotent man
starving
with nothing to eat
but paper and ink.