ALL APIECE

ALL APIECE

“Seven days in sunny June/long
enough to bloom/ the flowers on that sunbeam dress you wore
in Spring.” Jamiroquai

Can’t believe
they called a flower
“honeysuckle”

begs
the question, what were
   they thinking?
 
that’s real
bower of bliss. midsummer
night’s dream stuff

all apiece
with
lords and, ladies. fairies
and mechanicals doing
their thing
   prancing around

which beats
sharing a melting icecream
with Doja Cat and
Slavoj Zizek

fanning myself,
taking a break away from
finding myself
always haunted by
sublime
    prospect of
things
before my very eyes
turning from real
to surreal
to hyper-
    real

nothing every returning
to braveface the real

as Janet croons
seductively to inform us
regarding
    the nature of love and
its, inevitable destiny

must have
been brain dead to
love
    as I did for
so many years
 
can’t believe
they called it “honeysuckle”
to my mind that
for better
      or for worse

in sickness or in health,
really takes the cake