Thursday, May 14, 2026

Merritt Waldon

#1


Dreaming of all powers

As I sit in the mother's day 

Sun


All these straggly flowers

Growing through skull

Seem fun


 


#2


Always this starving fire

In my spirit meat


Burning like sunflowers

Following Apollo across

The world with strange feet


Always this carving fingernail 

In the secret soul places

We meet


The music as beautiful

As fresh wild flowers


With juicy joy kisses

We greet


The unquenchable flame

Of our abysses




#3


Sunlit walk through city streets

In search of Mays infinite 

Flowers


Mind heart music box

Grinding out love songs 

For the damned


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