The sky spilled sadness
Into paper cups
And lilac clouds
Soaked up the dreams
Of a thousand
grey
print press people
With their coffee stained sleeves
keyboard- click steps
And lack of imaginations

I wish I could pull
all the sad out of you
through your chest
And fill up
the empty spaces
With flowers

Chrsanthymum Cardiac Tissue
Your whole heart
plastered
In every
pretty petal
Translucent silk bandages


Roots that twine veins
An entire botanical garden of happy
Blooming
in your bloodstream

If a girl had curling smoke fingers
wrapped around her throat
she would scream her voice
raw

into empty nothingness
a vacant house
without windows

She would have emptiness and nothingness
and jagged shards of glass
in between her ribs

and in dusty damp spaces on the floor
amongst the splintering wreckage
she'd spill sticky red carpets
for you
to wipe your feet on

Oh my poor whole world
Is crashing down
In stinging purple spark explosions
And salty little girl tears
And I can hear
The echos of
Every time
I ever wished on pastel birthday candles
Distorted, flooding,
Rushing like ice white water
Wish Wish Wish