Those tulips stink
of debts society expects me to
repay.
Their
(sex)
kitten pink glow
draped subtly with yellow
like golden charms from
their
(paying)
admirer.
They sit properly on my desk,
so petite in their antique
(peek-a-boo)
glass jar,
leaves tucked in neatly
and petals primly shut over
stamens and pistols
(and a glimpse of abundant pollen!)
Their price is their existence
and the passage of time.
My price cannot be covered
with flowers.
What did you think
Comments
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I don't really like to heap human insecurities upon natural items that I usually find so beautiful, but this is quite interesting.
I would never have placed these ideas together.
Intriguing, unusual work.
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