flowers for ears

Once I overheard alternative narratives

distracted by the justice hunting plover;

run and pause, run and pause. Hover

on the sand with the trip, the wing, the stand

your ground on the soft shoulder at first sighting. 

Understand. Hearing is not only for the ears 

when the flower hears the buzzing of bees 

it makes their nectar sweeter, 

eureka. Evening primrose opens

vibrating looking for the source code

threatened by the prickly Russian thistle. 

They say you should expect the future you reflect,

so listen with the eye

through the needles, the fog rolled

but they remain stationary. In the beginning

nothing comes in the middle nothing stays

but, in the end, nothing goes

satellite... make the blues go away,

drop acoustic bowl-shaped petals, 

the world is on fire and intermission is over! 

Take a seat in low orbit blocking out the asteroid

emblems in this season of fury.

Hunters hunt food desert soldiers,

political shift cold shoulder...

the auditorium was vast and silent. vast

forgiveness will not be given for wasting the dawn

or disobedience to the vegetable law. Cast

namecalling cock juggling thundercunt in the part. 

Silence in the starling flight at velvet hour,

waking in the darkness which changes the brain,

detonating stars, everything is broken up in the dance.

have you ever known someone born not afraid?

dark matter is sacrificed on the altar of silence,

bitter winter immaculate, born with flowers for ears...