Category Archives: nuclear, poem, poetry, Sun

AND THE YELLOW FLOWERS

and the fierce yellow flowers
outside my bedroom

peered through the window
like
  security policemen

told me
harshly

      we are

all
  sunshine

in no
  uncertain terms

we are
all sunlight itching
to break out
as nuclear
fission

forever primed
but
  unable to explode

and the yellow flowers
hitting
    critical mass
    outside my bedroom

      now my former bedroom

trash talking as
              per usual but
I’m no longer
there to hear