ROSES & BONES
Or, The Marble Maze

 

a whirl of rose petals amid a dark fairytale

there’s a sense of urgency in the modernness

retelling the classics in a newer thinner skin

 

hungry for a truth that will stick to our ribs

sustaining us until the next meager meal

 

there inside each of us, our final form

beyond a maze of addiction and pain,

tolerance and trauma,

regret and reclamation.

 

chandeliers glitter like diamonds

in palaces and train stations alike

for the shiftless the difference is hassle

nothing heaped beyond that except

a shot to get us out of the dark

 

somewhere between disney and rob zombie

neither happy endings nor horror shows

in the wisest sincere wish

cautionary tales are to be read, not lived