red bells

the gloxinia keep blooming.
i hate that i take that as a sign.
if i hated other things, i could just
rip them up, throw them out.

cannibal hymnal from the technicians
of the sacred. color of valentines.
smell of the past. or was that a future?

i can say what i want
but that's what i want.

if the song is deaf
if the lips are blind
if the eyes are lies