Flowers

I've sat and looked at flowers
As my life went by in hours
I've seen the fuckers bloom
With my head enveloped in clouds of doom

I've stared at rays of sun
As they converge from many to one
With motes of dust that dance
Swirling in some hypnotic trance

I've heard the cats that yowl
Ominously hiding in night's cowl
If I looked for them I'd not find
Maybe those creatures are in my own mind

I've tried to rhyme my words
With no logic, mostly absurd
But the meanings few would understand
As I slyly bring this poem to an end

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I lost a poem somewhere in the digital wasteland. It's gone. Forever. So read this one instead. And remember, dear reader, I love you.