Anatomy of life: The lover left in the corner.
Warning to the wise:
She moves like finger tips soaked in acid
Posing as beauty yet smiles with chipped
Teeth; twisting the spinal chords to sound
Out of tune. Her lungs yearn for a taste of
Oxygen, whilst she lingers in turmoil of
Smokey waters; drenched in an alcoholics
Speech impediment; walking in a semi
Straight line towards the place she calls
Home; a grey mesh of colour, hindering
The visions that we call our ideals, with
Sandy hair, haggard by the journey of
Mankind, bleached by the suns fury
Taste her; she’s good to me so watch
Your mouth when you kiss her ivory
Lips; the stop sign is up, yet the danger
Warnings mean nothing, as she is the
Food for thought I lust for in my veins.
Party on the tongue; lovers of rapture
Slicing through the nervous system as
The rivers of love flow in the wrong
Direction; laughing as she seduces me
Into submission, vinegar smile, sour to
The senses, yet sweet to the taste
I do not wish to come down; I’m quite
Happy to stay upon this cloud I rest
& Besides, white rose petals are quite
The spectacle through the eyes of
The partially blind marriage councillors
Resist the temptation to love her,
She’ll eat you alive my friend, you’re
Not even in her league sir, believe me.
And this I spoke to her:
I once tasted you, we were close you
And I, yet over time you had no use
For me, you moved out of my veins
As soon as the flat line called you for
A moonlit dinner, was he worth it baby?
Did his cancerous touch supply you with
cold shivers in the nights you slept?
Not alone, yet infected by your own
Misjudgement; now walk with me
As I fall to your pardon, grace no
Longer suits my fancy, so cross’s
And prayers of the wealthy will
NOT be needed for sympathetic
Ears! Dammed for your sins.
You’ve left me to set in stone
Sitting with the clocks hands
Wrapped around my cradled
Skull, the flag of humanity
Hangs around my neck to
Prove that your noose is tighter
Than meets the throat.
Celebrating your arrival with
Nothing more than pebbles
In the eye lids, to show my
Gratitude for the time we had
Spent together, my darling!
Non-the less I wish you well
in your new relationship, Mr
and Mrs death, it does have a
certain ring to it doesn’t it?
-Poeta.
