Friday, April 08, 2005
the singular clusters of purpleare back
in
bloom, back
to torment me
.
they roll, peaked cylinders.
bullets fortyfivedegrees of
colour against the lens,
dilating pupil, purple
bright and
luminously
invisible
the purple flowers are not
real
ah. summer
is here, season of
bright hard edges and
purple notquite to
gnaw at
me
the purple flowers are never real
Mina at 11:56 AM
