Jessica's Special Poem

It was your birthday
It was a crappy day
at work anyway
but now in the post
morris pub with
sugar and alchohol
you are blooming
like a flower in the
warmth of ten o'clock
gator bating sportshine
firtilized with a shot
and a suck and some salt

In your thirtieth year
unhindered by the illusion of time
bursting forth with all the energy
of a twelve year old schoolgirl
squeeking over a friend's taste
in men, oddly spoken of in
the third person with a quick
nonsequitor to the frozen
diner of star-spangled
podunk reliving the
your glorious youth
of last week

Summer is nearly over
lady J
your petals drying into
a misty halo of spores
to be carried on the
coolbreeze to populate
the otherwise green
and boring lawns
of the world with
an unlikely deluge
of red and joyfully
noisy red daisies

In any event
I'm glad you were born