Some weekend
On Friday evening we drove to a Blake art show.
He makes me laugh to myself
Want to get lost in it
I want to kiss him
"They were beautiful"
these are my two friends;
lady butterfly and maxamillion
Though those aren't their real names.
We all had long conversations, and about this broken banana
Humor as a strength.
The next morning I'm here and my room is full of fuzz
Oh my room was a mess that afternoon but I had nothing to lose
It is never too much
Bring in the light
This is where I slept those nights
I wanted to wake up; the sunrises are never too much.
I once knew a girl named Lucy who introduced me to a talking flower.
Her name wasn't Alice.
There is something unfinished
that I need to finish.
Smile when the sun goes down
I am a flower.
Ironic Stems and Rainbow Breast
She's a solitary flower in a
golden field surrounded by
gazing flora consuming
a sensational sun that tints
her leaves into an olive stretch.
Her petals, bright with facade
trueness ironic stems and
rainbow breast. When she
breathes out, little fluffy clouds
of incense infuse vast space of
pretty things. But no other weedy
nostirls can sense this aroma
because her roots are still growing.
So I signed up to be a foreign exchange student in Canada for my senior year.
I'm excited.
Sincerely,
NikiTa