This week’s Little Vines.
I credit everything to my beauty regiment.
Surely you’ve heard the phrase “It takes an army”.
What? You say it’s regimen? Not at my mirror.
Trivial Moments Hair Gel – my go-to brand.
Smear it on thick. Let it soak in.
Every word you say will be expensively inoffensively
your desicated stringy explanation
it’s tough to swallow it.
I’ll have to chew harder.
because of one rude neighbor
willing to talk trash using a shovel
a mole man in two pieces is crying at my door
she stepped into the volcano
her wedding ring molten lava
inset with a red diamond on fire
in the darkness, torn apart and shaken,
the pillow lets loose a confetti of white feathers:
the full moon floats a night snowstorm to earth
she was plenty angry as you can imagine
and yet the ax was untouched by her emotions:
it merely did her bidding
And you say a bag full of cash
got in the way?
How can that ever be true?
I never owned a storm before
said this winter’s new young god
but I’m loving driving snow.
the vanished factory
now, a block of empty expensive apartments
next, a giant trellis for invasive vines
finally, an open field of seedling trees
I never decided to let the cash
make the difficult decisions –
It just did.
any more plums any more peas
and a pair of blue sneakers caked with dirt
and a garden full of a new fresh start