THE INADEQUACIES OF TULIPS

The spoils amidst the soils
Unaware of the exchange
The replacement
Minding a garden
Sleeping alone
With the tulips
Waiting for him
To return
As thirsty
Petals burn
They withered
In long shadows
Casted
By perfected daisies
Another meadow
Far from
Tulips ghetto
Consolation prize
Not desired
In his eyes
Second place
An ego race
Her daisies
The brightest
Most tender
Polished
In the wind
With such promise
By him
So many more
Petals
To pluck
Than the lipstick
Tulip’s core
Their painted smiles
Clenched
In bitter soil
Depleted
Exhausted
From the absence
His sockets filled
With daisies
Spilling stories
Of their glories
Never to be rivaled
He crowned them
With her daisies
Ensured
They would stay
Crown of thorns
In the way
As if one
Could forget
The bleeding
They are there
Always
Laughing
At the inadequacies
Of tulips
Their master gardner
Adoring his daisies
Counting
Each petal
From the others path
Coming home
With the math
Writing
In the skies
While trampling
Tulip cries
Eyes bright
Bursting with daisies
Blinded
While secrets
Bloom
They reemerged
With false hope
Amidst his doom
They mope
Year after year
Such loyalty
In dirt
Petals pleading
Bursting hurt
A bleeding
Thirsty
Type of thirst
Only water
For the daisies
The lipstick
Frowns
Of the tulips
Scattered
On the grounds

Tulips

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