Tag: valentine

Red blooms

A poem inspired by the first line of Sylvia Plath’s ‘Tulips’

The con

I can still taste them bitter tiers of melting darkness a hand-picked assortment of affection for a pauper’s gratitude, one Valentine’s when frost was on the ground the con in confectionary escaped notice your gift pure affectation, beggarly double layered with innuendo smutty smooth-talking… Continue Reading “The con”

saint sentiment

What have saints to do with lovers theirs the agony of agape and martyrs* Valentine, the poet says, is strictly for the birds** this day next season presses hard such urgency and sweet mustering of mate forever – or a fleet polygamous state Rosie in red dress scents affection loiters longer than the core condition written in chambers of  prenup passion two lobes and vermilion pigment percussive organ instrument… Continue Reading “saint sentiment”