TWO LOVERS DOUSED IN FLOWERS

TWO LOVERS DOUSED IN FLOWERS

I woke up groggy, ready to get ready for work.
Its hard work getting ready for work..
I filled a plastic cup with water
hoping that there was ice in the ice tray
so that I may down two ibuprofen
and experience pure refreshment
while Shaking off the brutal realities
of a fucked up dream.
There above the sink to the side,
two small roaches fucked,
ass to ass as they always do,
out in the open as if
in a display of fertility.
I sprayed water at the previous babies
crawling around in the sink and the bowl
from the previous night's chili dinner,
swimming in a whirlpool
 down the garbage disposal-
-Art that can only be seen in the moment-
The two roaches still fucked.
Destined to die in tortured ecstasy.
I reached for the roach spray,
yet the roach spray had been exhausted.
Bed-bug foaming spray still
had some juice in it,
and so I shot a wad of fucking foam
and the fuckers fell straight down
into a vase with a dozen red roses
which my flat mate had bought
for herself - $1.99 in discount floral
to treat herself to something special
on a depressing day
  Two lovers died, still fucking.
   Two lovers doused within flowers