Pretty Flowers With The Loch Ness Monster

I started to write today’s post every day beginning with last Friday—


The Loch Ness Monster Versus Pretty Flowers

Magic, And Amy As Only A Memory

A Secret Book Of Dark Writings

A Telescope For Tartarus

This Makes Me Think Of “The Swan” Too


—but after I started writing, it always changed itself into those other posts before I could finish. But this morning I finally got through it and finished writing what I started. Here is today’s post which took six days to write and the real, complete title of today’s post is:


Song For The Loch Ness Monster As A Pet
Kept In A Vase Made From Pieces Of Glass
Salvaged From Broken Glass Things She Shattered
After Purchasing Them From A Thrift Store
To Make A Vase To Hold Wildflowers She Finds
And Now The Loch Ness Monster Comes And Goes
Like A Free Pet With A Life Of Its Own
Out In The Wild But It Comes To Look At
The Wildflowers She Finds And It Likes The Vase
She Made From Broken Glass So It Pretends
Sometimes It’s Her Pet The Loch Ness Monster
Kept In A Vase Made From Pieces Of Glass


Flowers in a vase
Flowers in a vase
She made the vase from cracked glass
She found the flowers some place

Flowers in a vase
Flowers in a vase
I’m not looking at the flowers
I’m looking at her face

Flowers in a vase
Flowers in a vase
I watch her put her clothes on
Thin fabric over lace

Flowers in a vase
Flowers in a vase
She smoothes a fold in her blouse
I study the lost place

Flowers in a vase
Flowers in a vase
Pencil guidelines disappear
Inked shapes do not erase

Flowers in a vase
Flowers in a vase
It’s a film about romance
It’s a book about grace

Flowers in a vase
Flowers in a vase
I’m not looking at the flowers
I’m looking at her face

Flowers in a vase
Flowers in a vase
Dressed, she kicks me, grabs my hand
She says, “Let’s blow this place.”

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All of this is sort of an extended, jumbled sequel
to these two posts. I see that the video I embedded—
it was Amy Winehouse singing “Rehab”
that's where the “No, no, no” comes from—
in the second post is no longer available. I’m not
going to re-link it. It’s kind of better
this way. I mean, the last line of that second
post is: Tomorrow there will be only tire tracks.


Amy Winehouse Makes It Official

Pretty Blue Flowers At The Gates Of Hell