Perennials

Flowers
It had to have been
Flowered wallpaper

Glued to the living room closet
When I’d walk in, unkempt
Beard frozen with breath

You and Lindsey put it up, couldn’t
Tell you when or why or
Which blog post

Flowers
Perennials
Maybe life’s like

Perennials; like the
Split root, I chose
My moment’s hill, but

I took the drugs and saw
The dull beats and
Repeats; turns out,

I’ve just been practicing for something
I’ve been
Burning like a phoenix

Flowers
Everything rang in the posy
Ashes

I’ve been dreaming of it all
Again, letting my heart
Press into my neck

Sorry sorry
I’ll ball myself up
Again, can’t help what

Happens next, just
Useless, all this time
Wasted feeling sad

Missed it
Again, missed it
Again

Missed it again,
Missed it

Published by Gianni Vitale

Nurse, songwriter, and poet from Columbia, MO.

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