frail frilly thing


the thistle-milk ooze let-down

and i thought it was a pretty flower

sticky and unappealing

wrapped in disguise

ribbon-laden packages making you smile

only for seconds

the thorns are small

they know the way

stuck deep into a fingertip

from what planet have you come

god does not spare angels when they sin

alien-planet heribivore seeds

always welcome here

my pretty moment with this feverous flower

found so frail still noxious

exhumed from below alien-trodden ground

i left the land that day

laughing…

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