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.
way way creepy...
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