Two Flower Poems

Lucid Dreams

Lucid Dreams loose nailed flower beds

that animate in a maelstrom of intentions—

with a fat lip backed by half truths.

He’s jealous that

the hyacinth can see the sun—

there’s action at the brink

but the threshold refused

to grow a better garden.

After engaging her in a deadly action

we find the tent is built on stilts.

Once ready for the main attraction

the hyacinth’s requiem could kill.