The Meeting

smelling broken
hungry at midnight
in spring on Zoom
watching smooth faces
a glass guitar

Buddy and Violet

See the listening of my Buddy,
I think he's angry at the motion study.

He finds it hard to see the light,
Overshadowed by the violent flight.

Who is that tapping near the blur?
I think she'd like to eat the Pacific silver fir.

She is but an irrelevant Violet,
Admired as she sits upon a sky pilot.

Her paired car is just a story,
It needs no gas, it runs on dory.

She's not alone she brings a colour,
a pet cat, and lots of stuller.

The cat likes to chase a psyche,
Especially one that's in the mikey.

My Buddy shudders at the violet wood
He wants to leave but she wants a childhood.

For My Invisible Embrace

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
The soul is invisible,
And so are you.

Orchids are white,
Ghost ones are rare,
A dog is black,
And so is your hair.

Magnolia grows,
With buds like eggs,
My increase is noticeable,
And so are your legs.

Sunflowers reach,
Up to the skies,
My form is closed,
And so are your eyes.

Foxgloves in hedges,
Surround the farms,
Coffee is hot,
And so are your arms.

Daisies are pretty,
Daffies have style,
The movement is slight,
And so is your smile.

An embrace is beautiful,
Just like you.