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A World of its Own by Patrick Vierthaler

Do they look like flowers?

Listen to me, buttercup and pansy;
daisy, dandelion, and
lotus seed,

the world is callously banal.

                   Obscene –

                   typified by predictability.

                   Life
                   is an unescapable
                                   vacuum
                      of egos chasing
                      temporary
                      needs.

None of your petals will blow in the wind.

Likely you’ll
                  drown
                           in the manure
                                                  of greed.

All other known colours will be trampled,

until the only colour left is green.

- M.A. Tempels © 2017

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Sennyu-ji 泉涌寺 by Patrick Vierthaler

I asked the soaked cobblestones
if I should dip my heart in tar
to no longer offend,
and
sting the eyes
of
the queen.

                             Only the rain.

Nothing to wash away on these
empty –
                   streets.

The blood of the coveted blurs my vision.

I carry her spirit to pastures green.

- M.A. Tempels © 2016