Funny People Poem by Bob McPhinston

They were funny, both of them
both intangible tangerines
waiting, pausing, sometimes
their hands touch

out of necessaties of dark
do they linger on for a while?
May be not
for the unspoken treasure they share

I have a secret
It is even ridiculous(licentious) to write such poems
For me, i sell flowers
and I am selling some by a buck

I am in love with a rose
a single rose, not it,
the whole
but its fragrance
only a distant memory

Are you that rose?
Do you have the desire enough?
Do I have the desire?
Or Is it sometimes
too difficult
not to..?