Broken

Lemon lit,

And sugar burnt,

That caught the vein

And with it turned

Your eyes from blue,

To blown away

And with them hopes

And dreams within

Of kith and kin.

Street slept,

And pavement pillowed

Tossing troubled

Through the motherless mire

Of strangers' smiles

And hearts unknown

That mix and mill

About the maelstrom

Swirling in your fevered veins

Your fevered brain,

That ignites,with chemical spark,

The torment of the faceless dark,

That silence sought

And horror hid,

Surfaces to smile,

To smirk in suited mask,

And buy again your kiss,

Your embrace

Cached and cashed

In regal chair

Where whores have wings

And soar above

Your empty bed.

And burning head.

That bursting now

lies ill at ease

But eased no less,

By guiltless,giltless rest.

And slowly,slowing

'Til at last,

Fixes all,

Forever broken.

"La gra agus cuimhneachain a brathair."