CARDIA, A TUMBLE THOUGHT

&
heart
pounding

at
nothing
cos

its

morning
again

~

no midnight zen survives 

in the rude 7am

where the ghosts of cigarettes howl

& coffee is coffee & again

FLOWER GAGA

their weak colours
trying to pop
under the colourless sky

the pale daffodils
all face west
& into the rain

they exhibit
the dumb bluntness
of brainwash

& the faded appearance
of sweatshop knockoffs

weak unbranded dye

there is one tho
stood shorter
& rude with yellow

& i feel like . . .

. . . i feel like 
i should rescue it

yes

i will do that now