Bouquet (Notevember 2022, #6)
A courier knocked and said “these are for you”
And gave me a bushel of flowers
Addressed from that guy who, on date number two
Had talked of “our” life plans for hours
A courier knocked and said “these are for you”
And gave me a bushel of flowers
Addressed from that guy who, on date number two
Had talked of “our” life plans for hours
“Don’t go back yet again”
You tell me I don’t remember the half of it
The good seared into my skull
The bad drifted away like ash on the wind
Toxic nostalgia
Who dwells in the dark, in the dull-water deep?
Who sneaks in to stab you as soon as you sleep?
Who hunts in the headlands, a hook in his hand?
It’s Man-Scallop, hybrid of ocean and land!
“Blood of Christ. I would like a dose, please,” said the bat. “I’ve brought the raw materials in trade. I’m not asking for handouts or anything.”
We put the “pro” in Procyon
We’ve mastered every trick and con
We’re in by dusk and out by dawn
We operate by stealth
The sun is slowly sinking
Another day is done
The traffic jams are shrinking
While I’m sitting up here, thinking
Above me, stars are blinking