A sly, candescent purple iris

A sly, candescent purple iris

blossomed on my nightstand

while I slept dumbly beside it.
 

In the otherworld of night

it unfurled its yellow tongues

to whisper drunk & lovesick dreams to me.
 

What’s this about my lover

constructing a mobile home

out of an old school bus?
 

What’s this about my lover

loving me always, and me

having everything I desire?
 

Who am I listening to a flower?

Insisting in its hyper-colored urgency,

each yellow tongue on fire:

Go after what you want.

Go after what you want.

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