Friday, January 3, 2014

there were eyes in the flowers

there were eyes in the flowers

& they followed them everywhere
As they made their way through
fields o' grey
                        and the crossed arms
of silent palm readers;

           somewhere along the road
the ocean started whispering
the memories of past
mid-noon deliriums and scented

                        opiumden opera singers

and the virgin mary was hanging
her flowerydirty underwear
topless,

while the town children were discovering
their ability to sin
peeking in on her,
with their hands somewhere down
their front,

making the silent palm readers job
impossible,

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