Roses

I have came and left them

behind for reasons

and a secret is

someone wanted this

to be about revenge

and its a dish

best served by living well

quit your jobs

after one to many

how are you

all is well in hell

same old shit

diffrent day

bigger pile

no shovel

but dig this

all moments

begin now

how we shape

our shifts

is our

invidual

work of art

so i stamp another

cigarette in the ashtray

i never put them out all the way

and it linger slowly

but not once have I

started a fire

but i have seen casual sparks

ignite revaltuions

only on paper

like manfistos

where the best words

live in a hotel

of fiction

the truth is in room 204

on trial

and the jury is hung

looks like we might need

to call the corinor

I ask him for a ride

to my best girls house

to carve another chapter

out of the limestone

the cosmos mariniers

wait for illusions

as time does its

timid dance with action

while we wait