Flowers

Mu, kappa, delta
Numbs the mind and the fingers
From the noise

Ruined city and its alleyways morph
Pristine ballroom for a

Tragic demise in the middle of a
Constellation of wretched buildings
Occluding oncoming traffic
Eyes muffled
Two poppy bagels and a positive test
Last supper menu: shackles
Turmoil rectified by the
Agony of a destroyed soul
Cataracts, bladed fists,
Weeping lungs
I am handcuffed with her: poppy bagels and  
Wailing
No more pain
Bubble gum bubble gum
Nicotine bubble gum
Father smokes and collects the wrappers to weave quilts
Of mother’s blood
A coffee mailbox boiling over with red notices

Poppy is my bubblegum

Death: mother is cooking today
Death: mother is baptized by father again
She wears a crown of thorns - blood

Oh, to comprehend your ignorance!
Do you not find pity in me, world!
You stripped me of my shelter, battered my will!
I have survived the mother and father and your sole gift is this wretched flower!
You have forsaken me, bastard monarchs!
May the green in your pockets!
Satisfy your lust!
Dethrone your humanity!

Dying lungs but the heart falls first.

Sirens flash at the broken man
No soul mourns tonight
Popping of glial bubblegum stains the head of a yellow taxicab
Wielding the needle as his sword,
The poppy knight has been slain.

And so, another life
Will never paint
Beautiful pictures in the sky