a background buzz

in Flamingo Park,

 crimson roses are exploding

with a wildfire passion.

 

a young woman was shot

in the head six times

over on 3^rd Terrace.

 

something to do with

a psycho ex boyfriend

and a silver 1987 Cadillac.

 

he took some jewelry

and some cash

to make it look like

a robbery.

 

a cool westerly wind

kisses my right cheek.

 

pains dart in and out

of the grimy crevices

of Beauty’s cracked palm.

 

my soul is a Zen-stricken firefly

sleeping peacefully

at the center

of an apeshit wasp nest.

 

o glory!

o havoc!

 

I am home.

Reviews

[roarke]

shoulda gone to Spain with your brother.....

nothing to worry about if your firefly doesn't wake up.....

[Kenneth The Poet]

As Charlie Sheen would say, WINNING!