Monday, July 19, 2010

poem || Jeff Harrison

Roses On Toast

roses if roses had her green thumb
her roses' wares: roses, roses
roses that, begging pain, scare roses
roses, roses' skulls like it with roses
she roses sing might prison us roses
roses three, she hair parts the yellow
roses' own parched please, roses,
diamond roses, roses squeal on roses
fused roses let pour, make public blind
roses, blind roses slathered on toast
roses clicking through ash scare roses
eyes are roses to roses' child, sweet,
sweet yes sweet roses sound like snow
roses' suppertime, roses scarf roses' toast
roses' teeth being roses planet moon
dusk sends roses running raspy breathed

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