Unseeded Tears

Another day in paradise
        lavender blossoms
purple-pink
    green blowing in the wind
dogs gasp, grasping
        the truth of friends
like bones
    the real wind
She blows
She blows

And the true wind
    She blows too
        She blows truth

What do you call
        that lonesome
tree weeping
    upon blossoms lavender
purple-pink
        pale as Casper's toes
buffing seen roughness
    callously waxing the unwaxable

What do you call He
loverman? prissy boy? it?
god? what? control huh

Control, huh?  Unseeded tears perhaps....

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