I love the formica
Sunflowers and the sweet
smell of formaldehyde–
(envapor, to say the least)
spinning a circle to a
rotating environmental
friendly flourescent
eighty watt twisted bulb–
the ackward jerking and
shaking making for a
sorrowful laugh–heat
energy slowly
wilting and melting the
shiny yellow petals–
Don’t forget the pollinated
nine-volt battery bee,
and don’t eat the seeds.
H Buk. You’re right, but I wanted to enhance the embalming fluid smell.
Oh no Ma. If I have to explain anything, then it’s not real poetry.
I have failed (sob).