Night Solarium
Alien plants reach up towards their homeland.
Alien plants reach up towards their homeland.
On a slush-colored trip slanting towards spring.
Pink bloom blushes above the beneath of Pisces season looking out the dirty window of a boat.
Pastels and shredded remains.
Brave, bare little trees by the river in winter.
Pretty and pale and lined with putrid spring green.
Red hot spots.
Three shiny secret weapons for playing The Game in a new year.
Sleep soundly in the cabin under the purple sky.
Aglow with the Devil’s candycane.
Like seeing faces in cloud shapes
The only faces I want to see smiling next to my pillow at night.
Vivid ragamuffin daisy-head pompoms.