Sitting across the patio
is a seedless sunflower
wearing a thin summer dress
Her nectar is so sweet that
all the bees stare, hoping
for a chance to pollinate
I’d fly over beside her,
and lifting her skirt,
I’d spread her petals and
force I’d exert
But once done, I’d
smell my fingers and
walk away, and she’d
mean nothing to me,
and I’d still feel
alone, and
sterile
© Volatalistic Phil 2013, Crushed Black Velvet
Broken Glass
The crashing sound
of glass reminds
us how easily things
break, when
they
fall
down
© Volatalistic phil 2013, Crushed Black Velvet
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Pawn Shop Towns
Children are overdosing
on heroin and they’re
not much older than 14
The parents hit the street
panhandling for money
to bury their deceased
And after one look at them,
you realize that poor child
never even had a chance, and
you start to wonder if it’s
all just a big hoax
You never saw a pawn shop
town with so many tattoo parlors,
liquor stores, churches, bars,
and police stations—on the
same damn street
But there’s a million of these
towns that are like factories,
breeding hate and fear that only
the fortunate will never meet
And these zoomed up
kids die like saints, for
someone else’s
dollar
© 2012 Volatalistic Phil White Wedding Lies, and Discontent: An American Love Story
Phil Volatile 