Perfume

Crisp as lemongrass,
fresh as the scent of mown hay;
nature’s own Chanel.


Ozone scented sky
charged by electricity
and airborne spirits.


Earthy loam and soil,
the tangs of birth, life, and death,
ashes to ashes.

The Dark Side Of Flowers

Smell the rot
beneath the roses,
steeped in mud
around the bower.
festoon the arbor
all you’d like
the stench remains
through eyes’ delight.
arranged bouquets
stripped bare of thorns
from loamy mulch,
are petals born.