Just like the dahlia d**h comes in all its beauty And so I stroke her petals Push my feet root-deep Into the composted soil As weary clouds unite Coalesce Darken through the greys In preparation Incontinence prevails Lachrymose in empathy They cry for me Sharing tears Mortality brings As twilight closes I rot (They fade) To be the plant (They'll water) I, denomination Mark R. Slaughter Struggle thro' my fantasy To seal the state of mind That I of soul Remain eternal Back on the windowsill A daffodil stretches From a bulbous foot Flirts like a ballerina STOPS Wonders of the world My cat hears the bra**y thoughts From yellow trumpet Pricks up his ears Iridescent eyes Focussed on the future I'll wait For his appraisal