Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Fake Flowers

I like flowers fake, sewn and glued, nylon
And polyester. Woven frayed petals
With coarse grain, plastic stems, acrylic dew.
Never lie nor wilt. Won’t curl or change face.
Sunlight or dark, will be with you always.
In a dollar vase, give me fake flowers.
Unscented, no pollen or honeybees.
Not hungry, always growing at the sun.
Fabricate me twelve bomb-proof pseudo-silk
Injection-molded polymer flowers.

I don't like to talk much about my poems.  They should speak for themselves without need of explanation.  This is one of my first 10x10s.  Ten syllables per line.  Ten lines per stanza.  Written bit by bit during numerous breakfasts at cafes with artificial flowers at the table.  Like everything, it is about women.