a seedlings grave

You presented
this spring
like flowers in season
bold to all the senses
but harsh
to sensibility
we meant more than this
not an anual bloom
of romance
or lust
being more than this
is all we hope for.
full bloom.

Far out

A star is far away
life spent
heavin is a place
hope being just a feeling
none the less
we wait
tell us there is more than this
looking out broken windows
on to a shatterd social scene
our hope lies in them
those who tend to
run amok
be uncuth
and generally fail
to recognize
gentelmen still exist
cigarette dangles from lips
a slight nod
an understanding
hope you had a good night.