Orchids Of Deception

tell us where to be, far from the shores of the black sea  

motionless with time... 

tell us where to go when tentacles pull us below, 

watching a moon climb...  

stuck in an illusion of retrograde, 

out past the waves on the notes from orchids of deception; 

long blue days at sea washed in lemon, 

the silent poem of revolution speaks in breves

manipulating pollinators with a tricky monkey face.  

hint of mushroom in the air,  

taste of chemicals on the tongue, 

protein stolen from goldenrod, 

malnourished bees drop the imitation. 

rising in the greenhouse in lilac and hyacinth; 

bumblebee lover, lady slipper, mantis, vanilla bean

a scent of low tide hints at trickery from orchids of deception. 

listen jester, talking with electric hands  

making sign language speak

of survival, orchids represent supreme virility!  

lost in translation, in tone, from a hug emoji  

listen to the sun audiofy data, sonify, and compose

the spirit sailing on the solar wind blowing past earth.  

listen to nature conduct her symphony of decompose,  

moth of propagation living on air. 

cars park on the grass. stars publicly pass

erupting spilling purple cacophony.  

it takes a long time to appreciate that someone has died! 

faceless drones lost in the infinite or finite, 

anxiety is the dizziness of freedom... 

overwhelmed, frozen in mid leap, 

pinching the penis off a french statue, 

thrive in the present. galloping for freedom

from a cutting where movement is the only cure

but a horse is not a metaphor, 

images of light thrive with cancer. 

two old people bound in their proud flesh

stitched, entwined, corded, darkened, and vined; 

paste fresh wounds sprinkled in love and cinnamon

and black sea pearls, immortal orchids of deception!