Asteraceae

I've been allergic to beauty For 35 years In a series of diphenhydramine dreams. Spring stings And all of these tears Are wearily ripening in-between screams. The flowers look so happy, I can barely see them. Oh, yellowish green Cognitive haze. Cloaking my brain For a mighty good reason, These trees are sappily In love with my pain. On solid screen doors The taraxacum tours My squalid green corps Is sincerely yours, I'm so dissociative That I can be you, And this hell is As cool as life, It's hard to live But whenever I do I'm just as well as Wherever I might. For crying out loud For crying at all, I'll eat the pollen Until the fall.