Mignionette

i love money

oh not money
just the things it buys?


the odor of it 
the yellow dye wallowing
into desuetude of it




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caught between careers
 a care package of temptation
wends it way down some pike
spotted thru a lens, a detector
and a point of view.

cut it away with a slender spike
process it with a patented recycling
plan. fragrance and pattern and grace.








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  i sent   a smile
from your future.
it's in that cup of tea
drink up! relax,
 inhale scent like
a maiden of rome. .


i once had her hair
now it's self
 cut, the color
of dried stalks 
soaked in rainwater.
 so  i'm

 dispensing opinion

for free


devalue something
to find its  worth.
toss seeds
 into the sky
just to see
 how far
 they can fly







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 our yellows are synthetic now.
our  sedatives processed in a chemist shop.
science can cure a lot of evils
but it makes replacements.
maybe clean up some of this mess
i've heard that  could  grow a sweet market.