A Boy With Roses

A Cosmic Love Affair

Quietly reflecting                                                                                                             

In the middle of rush hour                                                                                               

I\'m soft to the touch                                                                                                     

Was it for something or was it for nothing?                       

I can\'t remember much about anything                                                                                             

For that matter

 

I\'ve popped the cork, drank the bottle

I done it yesterday and I\'ll do it again tomorrow

Today is a carbon copy

I know it as well as words

I know it as well as my slim waist

I broke it from the bone

Got my fingers into the gooey centre

Gave him permission to enter

I am the dog rose, toffee-nosed                                                                             

Flying like a bird in the sky                                                                                                   

I live by my own rubric                                                                                                 

I\'m a seafaring being                                                                                                   

Inhaling toxins                                                                                                                 

I crave the sucrose                                                                                                     

Half empty and half made of fortitude                                                                                 

The pain is like the prow                                                                                                             

A cold wind on the wold

 

I sold my soul to the Devil

The Devil took my mirth with a kiss

I\'ve been abandoned and I\'m otiose

Spoiled in my pessimism

Now it\'s only fake mirth wrapped in glorious deceptions

I\'m swallowing my objections

Was it for something or was it for nothing?

I can\'t remember much about anything

Under the night sky

The most devastating thing has happened

I can\'t believe it, my heart is broken in pieces

I feel like a mad poet, getting madder by the minute

I knew this would never have ended well

It never does

I listen to the piano with intent

I listen to the Glassworks

The fire in me has sparked a glittery notion

I am stupid and brilliant

Watching my life go down the drain

Saying I\'ll change but I stay the same

True happiness is the hardest thing to obtain

Happiness is like gold, hidden somewhere

Out of sight, out of mind

It\'s easier to act like it doesn\'t happen

I can\'t imagine it being any different

I\'m always playing the game like a poker player

I\'m the designated driver

An enigma, gone haywire                                                                                                 

Started some kitchen drama                                                                                             

Because I can\'t tote the burden                                                                                             

I\'m doubtful in my quest                                                                                             

Feeling like a white elephant                                                     

Doing errands, I pass derelict buildings                                                                   

In the rundown part of town                                                                                         

Where you\'ll find blonde vagabonds                                           

With endless wisdom                                                                                               

I stop and I think, I stop and I think.