plastic lilacs and/or I

plastic lilacs and/or I

 

deformed plastic lilacs melt in marbled sunlight

and/or on sunlit marble.

 

                              watch the wilted windowsill tragedy refold.

 

I put them there to brighten the room,

                               now they look like an abstract Polaroid

                                 of my dilapidated happiness.

 

 wish I could comprehend God’s little jokes.

 this awkward punch line has given my whorish world view herpes.

(it is bound to occur eventually, when one tries to believe in

everything)

 

I tremble

 

in the kaleidoscopic darkness

     of deflated days and/or the related haze.

 

seems I’m

melting a bit faster than the damned lilacs.

 

so the plan succeeded.

no doubt the room will be brighter

                       without the plastic lilacs and/or I.

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

Like e.e. cummings almost, but far better.

[Amy Bumpas]

This reminds me of being fake and broken...only the real seem to
be life saving..