Wishing for Blossoms – a poem

Pink blossom drifts pile up along

The inner roadsides, lit, lining

By iridescence guiding, fuzzy, like

Tongues kept on leaking batteries,

The mad scene is set.

*

Knelt down beside the depthless pool,

Dipping in fingers, a whole hand,

Disturbing the laudanum bloody waters

With lazy gliding motions, don’t falter

As the scene darkens.

*

Shallow cuts made in strange flesh

Harken to memories of other days

Where we kept better vigil, alone

In the dark, shrieking for morphine,

Wishing for blossoms.

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