Petals

I disrobe all of my black clothes at the sun’s close.

Then let the moonlight illuminate my brown toes.

I allow them to seep deep into the warm soil of the crown rose.

Fertilized footprints fossilizing as the green ground grows.

Beyond my dirty window - it glows - a golden crow

salivating from its silver nose as I slowly decompose.

Its amethyst mouth stuffed with furry toes, and canary yellow shadows.

I start to grow red pincers of adrenaline, while high percentages

of my dangling appendages begin melting away

from the bones of my skeleton.

I am a silverback spider, hitching rides on gray elephants.

Poisonous ambitions dipping white fangs into artificial intelligence.

My brown skin is bruised purple from all the pangs of this pestilence.

I taste the air, and allow gravity to pull me up by my strangled hair.

Chestnut curls curled around the teeth of a tangled snare.

The wind, however, is my ally.

A kaleidoscope thrill ride on a

rain cloud made of oily tie-dye.

Until the day I die, and dissolve

back into the diminishing blue,

I will continue to pedal a path to you -

blossoming petals for your eyes to view.