I'd rather be your sumac tree

Valentine's Day is verdant. Love is for borage, and sycamore. My fridge loves spinach. The bin is jealous of the bench.

I still like Boyd Rice:

'Love's a game and it's a shame that sometimes you don't win,
but don't you do what others do when I see you again.
'cause I'd rather be your enemy then hear you call me friend.
I'd rather be your enemy then hear you call me friend.

In a time when I was blind I let you take me in,
but don't you do what others do when I see you again.
'cause I'd rather be your enemy then hear you call me friend.
I'd rather be your enemy then hear you call me friend.
You know I'd rather be your enemy then hear you call me friend.
I'd rather be your enemy then hear you call me friend.'

I still like this guy's voice:
Surrealist love poems

Zombie chic is a good idea tonight.