(a dream of roses)
a dream of roses. blood red. growing in
tangled vines. glowing like mangled veins as
i walk along the garden path. i pick
one & prick my finger. blood runs down to
the palm of my hand & pools at my feet.
i give the rose to you, rebecca of the
long gold shining princess hair. you look at
my bloody hand & laugh. “get a band-aid!”
the roses are yet growing & glowing.
here are roses without any thorns.
laughing i gather up all the roses.
singing i gather bunches of roses.
bright red, blood red, bold red, growing, glowing
along the long corridor of the night.