Rose Monday

Rose Monday – February 2016

 

I’m lost in this garden

Where the flowers are people

And I think they’re all dying

Or maybe I’m dying.

I’m lost in this garden

Where the flowers are people

And they are all screaming

In their thorn briar tongue.

I’m lost in this garden

Where the flowers are howling

The bush is on fire

And I’d like to get out.

I’m lost in this garden

With the flower death humans

I don’t feel like a plant

I don’t feel like a man.

I’m lost in this garden

Where the lights burn the living

I don’t feel a thing

I don’t think I’m alive.