Hobo Flower

Hobo Flower

You have to ask yourself
Why did you make the mistake
And give her flowers?

Always making it worse
Instead of better
Always spiraling down
The downward downtown tower

The only ones receiving GOD realization tonight
Are the homeless
Stinking up the psychedelic puddle laneway
Corrugated cardboard notwithstanding
Internal super summer golden dome love shrine
Sweet preternatural perfumed splendor
Newborn freedom

I’m sure you’d like a nice stand pat answer
I’m sorry, we’re fresh out
But may I offer you a surly
Sad-sack petunia
To reassure your lingering doubt

Or take this ruby red begonia
It’s not right
To let her not take wing

The perfect master is a hobo flower
In everything…

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