If Drugs Came Coffee Flavored

rich roasted beans take the journey

to liquid form. they make their way

inside some favorite cup. engraved with

some favorite saying. customized

with some favorite picture.

for me it’s:

disposable. 

expensive. 

sub-par.

                delicious.

                nauseating.

sub-par.

expensive.

disposable.

for me it is.

with some favorite picture.

some repetitive saying. stuttering.

inside some churning belly. engraved with

stretch marks or rolls of fat.

to powder form they make their way

dull and addicting, through my journey.

©️Audrey Rosengreen, 2019

Gibberish

I am another body perpetuated in a litany of the same old-
	same old words littered on stolen images. Hackneyed
like the rest of you. My words run as deep as the waste bin,
pooling at the edges -
	Did you know
freckles become the reminders of stupidity
built en masse by the eyes who adored me - relied on the way I
can open my body like the atmosphere. Catching fire
to pollutants - the way it burns reminds me of home. 
	I have a secret
that I can only spell here. This place that's gone
cold with dead quotations - wisdom lost on misspelled repeats. 

I still want to open. To bloom red against the darkening sky
and hit the Earth until I am one with it.
				
					Comfort them when they weep.



© Audrey Rosengreen, 2019

Rain Maker

you crush shadows
in the palms of your hands
overflowing from your fingers
reborn from your touch-
an endless spring
clear, wild & innocent
like fresh rain puddles
in the face of our quiet sun.

when you swallow me in your arms
just as tightly –
i wonder where the darkness goes.

©️Audrey Rosengreen, 2018

i know you know –

i know you know –
the inability to understand
peace when the sun yanks
you from the cheap IKEA
coffin you built by hand –
alive but struggling to
breathe from last nights
dealings with death.
you were so sure
she’d find you un-moving
under the duvet –
heart stopped-
lungs restless-
pants full of shit.
but here you are
almost wishing it was real –
swallowing slow dissolving
sorrows – bitter. life saving.
i know you –
you’re getting tired.

 

© Audrey Rosengreen, 2018

Under the Canopy

Blistering light –
love undaunted – inundated by
the burn marks on my heart.
I speak too much of the dark
days passing subtle
through your light
that I return bright even
when I am blinded by it.
What I mean is
you grow in me, like
forests kissed by sunlight
touched always with cool
shadow and warm
embraces.
The thought of losing
this engulfs the trees
in ash – gutters smoke
into punctured lungs
and leaves me barren
to a world lush
somehow without you.

 

© Audrey Rosengreen, 2018