Bloomlater

Been budded
Durnnear all my life–
When will this be my time
To flower?

Take Rocco,
Scion of scion of setsetera
Seed of Earl
Who is no Duke–
Take Roc with earth
Little water
Little sun
His days tight heads
Whole swole unfold
So opens the Future
Wide in front of him.

I am greeneyed with envy
Jelly jealous of his full fruit,
Wingwhile I wither here on my vine
Wilt whither wilt
Never having known that petal push;
A weed then, say moy,
Not so much as baby’s breath.

Lately I’ve been thinking
A lot about leaving
Exile–
Tho, where would I go?
What do when I got there?
Dog rose that I am
Graft off the ol’ briar
Our sole goal to smile pretty
& pierce to the heart.