Perfect Foils
Roses, fading in the dead of night
Vermilion and obsidian
Oscillating like a fan
Hot and cold
Fire and coal
Plumes
Blaze like dragon’s breath
Waft from pores
Flashing
Illuminate my soul
Until the fuel is spent
Embers and ash
Desperately
Scratching through the
Carbon copy
To the carmine
Truth below
Slips all spent
And collected
Entombed in
Cardboard caskets
All awaiting the rosebud
Rapture
Of this nuclear winter
Spare me the rod
Lest you despoil
Your masterpiece
The hands of time
Shake with excitement
As they draw nearer
My remains
A perfect blackened
Outline
Bucket filled with
Red paint