The ascending-Sun-set twas’
Dear Evangeline Poppyseed
of the Broken-Fast
(Dirge for them dirty purdy Bukowski scribbled bones)

I been @it again…
Diggin up bones—
And bloodied noses…
Cause you know how I just
Gotta PICK @things when—
My last Holidays are all gone
But somehow still just around the corner…
…Just around the corner
-HAH-
Just like sweet Evangeline always was…
—till she wasn’t—
Just round the corner & up the street—
See she...
She died a while ago
Like back around august
My poor dear wild flower
Brought to the sewage treatment-plant—
Colloquially known as ‘The Emerald City”
Yes that wild-grey-ghost rose…
Who refused to simply settle for—
Merely withering away into the silken twilight
Oh no no!!
Not my girl—
My lost to The Veil- fall’s fatal poppy-blossom
Saw fit to utterly gorge herself
On faith in utter privation…
2-point-of… Explosive
Decompression
Hell maybe she starved herself
On this atomic-aged unappeasable
Famishment
...