The Tulips Smell Like Week Old Meat

Better Than Starbucks published a poem I’d written about lies, those we tell ourselves and we tell others. It was a fun poem to write, littered with references to other works, to ideas and symbology. Meaning. Isn’t that what poems are supposed to do?

You can read the poem for free here – The Tulips Smell Like Week Old Meat.

The title is about how something can look beautiful – Tulips – but the smell is rotten. It’s not what it seems.

I hope you read the poem and see the glimpses I’ve painted in there to see the truth.
The truth lies at the bottom. Take your soma no more and open your eyes.

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