A pink-purple gerbera on a vase
And still how beautiful is a lone wonder
Striking a pose on her catwalk
Almost like how a hybrid species of life
Poses inside a little homely uterus.
Every petal, a promise,
By a solitary cell, to proliferate
In to the prosperity of multiplicity
From a day when a parsimonious dream,
Smelled so foul in pee breath.
Three Penny Review – that piece of literature
I want to enter,
Like a pollen in the wind,
That will soon imprint on a page,
Pollinating a dream,
Which in the aftermath, can only make me,
God of the anti-climax.