Beware the gardener

Delicate flower of a man,
it is too easy to tear the petals
from your smiling face.
You place your stem in my vase.
You are mine now.
I could kill you in a minute.
That power,
it gives me shudders,
gets me a little high.
But mostly-
it scares me.
No one should have such power over another.
And yet here you are,
a single bloom,
in your prime,
so stunning,
just sitting there in my vase.
Your petals are so pretty.
Your leaves are so shiny.
You are too perfect to be real.

Oh darling,
I know all about your thorns,
but they are nothing
when compared to my shark teeth
and able hands.

Delicate man-flower,
you keep blooming,

But please beware the gardener
who plucked you.
She is overly fond of roses.

I do not trust her.

Question

Head,
I am curious
as to who hurt you so badly
you feel the need to stab
your pains
into my defenseless brain.

Intrusion

Sneaky bastard.
You slithered in
stole my Technicolor thoughts
as I wrote them on the page.
Stealthily creeping
you do things
when no one else is looking.
You do realize,
you petty thief,
that-
if asked-
I would shared,
right?

Revelation

It seems like half of my life has been wasted.
Waiting for the lyrics to a song I can't remember,
for that unspeakable word,
for the perfect thought,
for the right weight of an arm
draped with the perfect amount of casualty
like a stole on my shoulders.
Somewhere in all of this pointless wasteful waiting
I've missed out.
So sad,
a life half empty.
I don't think I'll be sitting
head in my hands
on curbs anymore.

Note to self

In the abyss
Forgotten
Lonely.

It's a little nippy here
in my private customized abyss.
Nothingness is heavier than expected,
a factor I did not consider
when I offered to carry it on my shoulders.
Who would've thought though, really?

Swimming against the tide,
so tedious,
it gets you nowhere you know,
my friend.

Why wear yourself out?
Instead-
Sit there,
staring at the door
the phone
the computer.

Wait for news of the outside world.

Deciduous

I sit alone
splitting my time between reading and watching the leaves
f
l
o
a
t

d
o
w
n

from their perches
on the maple trees around me

Spinning

Graceful

Dizzy

around me
looking like a death scene in a ballet.

I wonder if there isn't some parallel
betwixt these beautifully depressed leaves
and my own life.

I am feeling the Fall.
All of my once tender and callous
decorations letting go-
Fleeing the only home they have ever known
for the beauty of the Fall,
for a few stunning seconds of freedom,
to float like tender music in the cool breeze.

Elegance and Poise

Exquisitely, and slowly,
drifting downward
until their delicate dancing flight is over
and some uncouth individual
(like myself)
stamps their feet on them-
crushing their efforts
while ignorantly passing though.