mind is like the bulb, fluorescent
preening, surging, iridescent
scalding, soothing, life's gone sour
a bitter taste to waste the hour
all of these things, about which you worry today
won't really amount ten years away.
because life's all but a bitter fruit
only ripened in the youth
when all's come down, rotting fruit decays
should i save the seeds or throw them away?
flowers above the grave, empty house by the lake
just hope they won't make the same mistake