BLUE ROSE for Charles Baudelaire Calling for an aesthetic of the unexpected. Wearing the Fool's coat to be other than. Coughs up toads &       shits flocks of starlings Singing from his asshole       to conjure amuse. Body layers boxed with rats & further dragons Defies decoration. As crystal burns an icy flame &       refuses to break but shatters             on lines & laws of its own. This heart. So far from any home No absinthe could make fonder Operates within a fracture. The image appearing for its mere effect       & giving rise to other. Images. As this rose Arose thru violence so purple       the petals slashed the eyes of any passing glance. Ecstatic red visions no saint       shot full of Eros could hope to blossom Or arouse. Only B. Grinding sparks between his knees & the concrete       flickered a thorny blue instant &             unbreaking Shattered.