Give Me a Break… I’m Really Sincere
Gladioli cut curbside crop lines
Compulsion, revulsion, grassy submission
Plucking familiarity in silence, stalks of pink
Ivy sprig of white tendrils: anxious to please
Maiden chasms,
I swear I saw a salmon
Resentment, anger, your presence soothes me
Egotism, formality, stay as sweet as you are
Deception, gracious lady, will you dance with me?
Amongst the rivery rocks, they mock me
Evening, inconstancy
It’s so heavenly to be with you, grief-jealousy
A shard of the inlet transforms my toes
Curiosities creep over them and yes, time
The sun is always
Lupine, lily of the valley, how do you handle humility?
Mountains, maternal: ease with bitterness
Not much movement but brown cows in mud earth spit
Pitching forward in pastoral poetry
Provisions not of repose, secrecy shaving away innocence
Watchfulness, forced faithfulness
Affection: not to surmount difficulties
But to you, with your sky of violets, I will always be true
Now to impressions and oblivion, sweet pea,
Meaning goodbye, and thank you for a lovely time