Brown Rose

I disrobe all my clothes

at the sun’s close.

Then let the moonlight

illuminate my brown toes.

I let them seep deep into

the soil of the brown rose.

Fertilized footprints fossilize

as the ground glows.

A gold crow salivates from

its nose as I decompose.

It’s mouth stuffed with furry toes

and canary yellow shadows.

I start to bloom red

petals of adrenaline,

while high percentages of

my appendages begin

melting from my skeleton.

I am a silverback spider

hitching rides on grey elephants.

Poisonous ambitions dipping

white fangs into intelligence.

My brown skin is bruised

from all the pangs of

this pestilence.

I taste the air and allow gravity

to pull me up by the hair.

Chestnut curls curled around

the teeth of a snare.

But the wind is my ally,

a kaleidoscope ride on a

cloud made of tie dye.

I continue upwind so I

can blossom into view.

Until the day I die and

dissolve back into the blue.