Don't Give Me Flowers
Created | Updated May 10, 2006
I'll flee blank-faced London crowds,
cut through constraining fences
paddle in forbidden streams.
I want a heavy hammer
to flatten my vacuum cleaner,
I'll leave cast off clothes, outdated papers
to copulate in haphazard heaps.
I want sharp scissors
To rip strips from my sensible skirts,
Hoist them as rebellious flags,
proclaim myself a free woman.