Flower of Poison is a book of poetry of summer and love, nature and sensuality, the exchange of thoughts by intermediary of a book.
Come again
I want my heart to get drunk on lies
there's no pain here
I've slipped silently into the shadow.
I think this
pain is a cure for sins
I was never restored
the body was just found
and it's a mystery
where I've gone.
Sometimes it's hard
to read between the lines
but there's a truth
that sanity denies.
I too, have looked into the tulip
and found nothing
but the parts
cemented deep
in paradise.
I am mad
I wait outside the door
but habitually
you save me.
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
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