A flower

If you could be Superman

And reach the clouds of boys that dream

Far above the pains of far out wonders?

A flower

They scream in giant towers

Scraping the sky in panic and desire

Fingers grasping each moment

For a sacred Lotus

To get upon the mud

Sacred nothings of love

Drunk by opium running from sap

Loving from nothing

And you want to have it back

It is an illusion of flowery prose

Paintings in Mexico.

There in your hungry mouth..

A flower

Time itself undresses her pants

Now and forever.