Parade of Rose Patterns

And CocoRosie

Holy Shed

This is where I worship.
I zero in on the blackness
imagine vibrating hands
healing and exorcising me
body surf style
the healers spit on the floor
and torpedo propel me
out of the blackness
to soak in the light
and once again
become entangled in
the beauty and thorns
of the roses

Flowers for Algernon

Remedy for the Bitter Cold Strikes Again