
I am fascinated with the huge Daturas that blossom in my summer backyard garden. They emerge in moonlight and wilt neatly in the morning like a woman's formal evening gloves.

I am fascinated with the huge Daturas that blossom in my summer backyard garden. They emerge in moonlight and wilt neatly in the morning like a woman's formal evening gloves.

I made coffee this morning.
Cleaned myself then dressed.
The sun stares at me
Through the windshield
And I hear a vague
High pitched whine
Of odd excitement,
I've forgotten my lighter.
Panic screws tight
A little light bulb
Inside my chest.
I breathe deep
Into the continuance
Of cessation and think
Life has become
Less luxurious.