sonnet for rose
morpheus abducts the devoted sun
wrist to crown, adorned with opuntia.
the dreamboat of any tragedy, while
venus shrivels in relentless midnight.
the year no one was born under pisces
two deboned fish on ice, flooding the plains
the mind ornamented with timberrose,
not a dove, but a devouring tongue.
a body that coils, swells, rains for the calf.
like the desperado, lit by vile beams
who crawled, in pursuit of the evening star
into the womb of a cold buffalo.
poached cowboy; how deeply he must have slept.
son of sex symbols, dusted across time.