Flowers

Flowers stained on the ceiling
 From unexpected rains
 Hidden rivers find new tributaries
 Flowing into trains
 Drips into buckets
 Upon my brain do fall
 Wine, gin and vodka
 Are the answers to my whimper call
 Cringing
 Brows furrowed
 Teeth slide side to side
 Flattened veneers
 Enamel lost
 For worry and demise
 As the entire sky releases
 All but eternal doom
 Waiting for my lover
 Another sip consumed
 Each room has its bucket
 As a dozen flowers bloom

Poem from Heirs of November: Poems, Prose and Protests (2017)