hot roses


hot  sydney hot   planet warming hot   the ego of the rose fed to the furnace

an agreement in Paris is freshly inked  this our christmas miracle

angopheras shed 

panting salmon underbellies they scatter bark onto   

crisp grass the  wind making burnt offerings of the roses that peeked to early   

 I mulch  deep bowing to worms I  marinate

fruit mince in turkish delight liqueur

dreaming of  fresh roses hidden in  a white christmas I have never had

pining for what is not  trapped in this oven