One Rose

	A man should die gaunt,
	And not bloated and overdone,
	There should be new words hidden,
	In the shadows on his face,
	And like a wine glass, in a perfect pitch, he breaks,
	We're being dumped into order out of buckets of sea salt,
	What was the first condiment?
	But always one rose grows though a littered lot of gravel,
	Or we're struck dumb and doomed when it doesn't
	Flowers are how plants laugh,
	And not by joke or to ridicule,
	I never saw my parents,
	Try to make a thing like me
	In time in the bathroom mirror,
	I learned to accept my body.
	I got jumped into living by a coven of midwives,
	Under a dracula-caped eclipse,
	Like cutting through watermelon meat with a wire,
	You shoot sick from the hip and never miss.
	All the things inside me i assume,
	Are doing what they need to be doing,
	And always one rose grows though a littered lot of gravel,
	Or we're struck dumb and doomed when it doesn't.
	Always one rose grows though a littered lot of gravel,
	Or we're struck dumb and doomed when it doesn't.
	Looks like a sky for shoeing horses under..
	Looks like a sky, of some kind