Bleeding Roses

Over Amsterdam I saw the dogs
Talking amongst themselves
As the fountain sprayed beautifully
into the clear blue sky,
I ask myself
Once were u Me
Cause many times I was not
salt in the wound
none on the Carp
I’ve been writing
Dots r flying everywhere
Our children’s noses —
r bleeding noses
Bleeding Roses — In My Garden
Bleeding Roses
My memory Metamorphosized
Standing in thorns & fire
Porcelean dream suicide
Single solid sleep 2 nite
I wanted somebody
but I bit too soft
it’s starting to rain now
in my heart
Our Children r — Bleeding Roses