Black hibiscus

Later-development-of-MOURNING-themeThe flower is black

it looks like a dark purple that has never

seen day

a velvet dress with stamen

the petals are erotic and familiar

with your need and your thirst

you could be a hummingbird

too fast in your urge

and the black flower

may be a hybrid

not entirely natural

its size and grandeur mark it

impossible of nature

you should be outraged

but amazement overtakes protest

after all … apple trees have long been fiddled with

the melding of one with another to cause

grafted sweetness

the same is true of all we deem

natural

they have told you many times

you are not quite earthbound

so why then should it matter?

if beauty is not entirely dictate by natures rule

but the tinkering thumb of man

so like the softness of a diaphanous dress

you shall wear once

on the day of your marriage

when you give your hand

not yet marred by sun

still unclaimed and unburnt

and this day, you are plucked

to be admired afterward

pressed behind glass

a flower blooming

in darkness

B side

franccca7oise-dorleac-photo_03One

There you play your favorite B side and drive in your mind

fermenting beyond chicory

no-one else knows

basking in old songs

she finds the segment of Clementine

hidden from view in liquor box

melting resistance

as nationalists surge in Catholic crimson

could be now or a light house seeking ship

printed beneath creamy lost voices

 

Two

She could propel herself with saline drying her toes white

transfixed on survival as

Boudicca led bronze and stone fighters

daubed azure over thorny field

if she lived today she’d share a Menthol Salem Light with Stevie Nicks

warning women against Xanax

in Miu Miu sunglasses

capturing the drum-beat of her many-armed dervish

as a little girl learned to spell

sounding out her letters

heroine in slow motion

A

B

C

fire

walk

with

me