As lonely with rose as with
desert sand: Paths endless or short-circuited,
straight ahead doesn’t go far.
The work of it, the hair shirted
myth of better world,
the snapped wishbone.
Love is a small world:
a day of forty-four sunsets
on tamed animals asleep in boxes.
Regrets for dreams of ferality
curled sadly ’round
a flowering shrub:
No time wasted is less closed,
never not worth the secret place.
A passive-aggressive rose is a
casing is a rose is his revers,
a glass globe to show
Brian A. Salmons lives with his wife and children in Orlando, Florida, where he writes and occasionally performs at open mics. His work has previously appeared in Eyedrum Periodically and Man in the Street Magazine and he is the host of @BrianAndTheNight, a poetry podcast on Facebook.