my tulips.

Tulips invade my porch

Unwanted daises too

I sip hardcore, light tea

And reads the carefully placed words of keats.

The thought`s of a world hunger

And the inferiority of the individual

Compresses, oppresses, depresses me.

The homeless, foodless, sleepless

Children raped and children murdered.

And I dream

Of a better world

In a better world:

 lace afternoons and mass dancing

 and hands sewed and glued,

 and heads up against wars of thoughts,

heads up against destruction, heads up against, all tragic odds.

My tulips and daisies are sad reminders of the little beauty encounter.