janesays

Because I Never Learned the names of Flowers.
-Rod Jellema

It is moonlight and white where
I slink away from my cat-quiet blue rubber truck
and motion myself to back it up to your ear.
I peel back the doors of the van and begin
to hushload into your sleep
the whole damn boanical cargo of Spring.

Sleeper, I whisk you
Trivia and Illium, Sweet Peristalisis, Flowering
Delerium.

Springs of Purple Persiflage and Lovers' Leap, slips
of Hysteria stick in my hair. I gather clumps of
Timex,
handfuls of Buttertongues, Belly buttons, and
Bluelets.

I come with Trailing Nebula, I come with Late-Blooming
Paradox, with Creeping Pyromania, Pink Apoplex,
and Climbing Solar Plexis.

whispering:Needlenose,
Juice Cup, Godstam, Nexus, Sex-us, Condominium.



-Somone once told me that this poem reminded them of me simply because its all nonesense and made up things and such,like me.It was the best thing anyone could have ever said.