From Flowers, Piranhas

This week is a full on audio project.  I'm hoping to do more like this in future, a combination of audio and visual.  As usual, it'll be simple videos -- photo, art work, etc., but nothing too fancy.  This time around I wanted to experiment with a little verse and music.  "From Flowers, Piranhas" is intended as a B-movie inspired poem.  Every other element around it is supposed to tie into that theme.  Hey, it's Halloween, so I want to delve into the fun, spooky side of the season.  

The poem is below, so is the picture I made for the video.  I've got nothing else to add except I hope you enjoy it.  

​“From Flowers, Piranhas”
 
Leaving shrouded streets
For open farm fields
Throw away the suitcase
A treasure trove
Reliquary reminder of corpses
That used to be family.
A brief prayer
Cigarette playing censer
Watch the smoke roll heavenward
Then, all words spent,
Flick a comet across the sky.
Never mind where it lands,
An ancestral ruin beckons
A long lost shard
Remnant of a portrait
In stained glass
Shattered by flowers.
 
Cadillac as best friend
Carries decades backward
Into a town decay visited,
And not enough interest
Left the job incomplete,
Though rosy residents
Seem to claim
Sunshine fills an open grave
Like warm water in winter.
 
Houses abandoned to orchids
Line an avenue
No one goes down.
If only all cancer
Could be so beautiful.
 
Find the mausoleum
Masquerading as a mansion,
Remnant of bygone success
DNA couldn’t carry.
Wander cobwebbed halls
Passing photos oddly reflective,
Unfamiliar yet similar
Faces staring without warning
What grows in the garden.
 
Winged homunculi gestate
In mammoth roses,
Stalks coated in meat hooks
Thorns defending
Lethal butterflies
Emerging from petal cocoons
Glowing neon fluttering
Hungry all night long.
 
At home in the bone pile,
Another skeleton in the closet
Picked clean
by pulchritudinous piranhas,
Watches the fairies fly.