A Boy With Roses

Contemporary Roethke

Billions of silent, twinkling stars

Are popular in the night time sky 

With nowhere important to go 

The variables are provoked

Into dying quietly

 

I watch the world spin 

Like a lady wearing a dress

From the comfort of my abode 

As if I\'m frozen in time 

I am the radiation burning skin

 

I\'ve always got an axe to grind 

I have a new desire for revenge 

I\'m dependent on the drugs 

Dreaming of a peachy paradise 

I adhere to the scintillating idea 

 

I had anticipated life would work out 

I couldn\'t have been anymore wrong 

It\'s comedy, gobbledygook

Otherwise I am mute or eating hospital food 

Like the young drunk infidel I am 

 

Nemec on a sea 

Breathing in the falling snowflakes

I feel giddy like a limerick 

Squeezing the white sap 

I\'ve been thinking \'bout my salad days, school years 

 

I am a prophecy 

A bard at heart, seldom happy 

Pretty lonely like the Isle of Mull

Warm and sweating 

Stretching myself.