Light Against The BlackAbsinthe, Folded hands, Tweed coats, Golden strands, Pun intended, Fun ascended, Dripping dairy From her hands...Light Against The Black
Absence, Folded notes With little games, Dark little corners Behind public window panes, Working neighbours, Assembling labours, Clicking many pictures, With her hands...
Arrogance, Folded tickets, Cockroach appearance, Crimson little mourners, To our retail adherence, Weekend nights, Lover's fights, Clicking many pictures, with his reverence For her hands... &nbs
i, Albatrossborn, in the time that my eyelids depart upon the smokeless ashtray on the dais, a nightgown of a breeze- a memory a sweet release, entertains my touch and puts my gaze ati, Albatross
ease.
out the wretched window frame lies the world, soaked grey in blame:
Can a stare draw such heights to the only sisters in the lonely brother nights that a film as fine as memory can blind each other's plights?
In any case, within the day within the intricate green outside the broken window, in the day there came a light, within t
Drag And DropThe cigarette a leaning tower of ash from you fiery fingrtips, burns at your parting lips like the biding flameDrag And Drop
Eyes that look through me and a smile so sour that once knew me, an ember in the dying hour that you last spoke my name
The match a tinderstick of spite struck with a flick of your pale wrist, is set to burst alight at the hand of your ability to maim
A drag and a soft blow and your cheeks turn because your smile knows that beyond the smoke it will find my name in the air again.
| I don't dream of skeletons in closets And I don't paint the world you see I am constantly watching myself As I do this for me. |
