Wych Elm

A Boy With Roses

Loneliness is the longest road

Tapering off

A foreigner who becomes a friend 

In the heart of the trenches 

It appeared out of nowhere 

One day

I woke up and was blinded by a glow 

There was no dialogue 

Everything was suddenly so dull

Dammit everything is so dull

 

When I dream, I dream to vamoose 

I escape from reality

The bitter citrus, I'm in a dreamland 

It's as pretty as a rose bush 

 

Time has stopped

I gulp

There's a frog in my throat 

I notice everything 

I'm careful about the juicy details 

I drag on a spliff and I exhale

Then I sip on my beverage

 

Amen, amen 

I am here again

Suited, in ikebana

Seeking your attention 

Ahem, ahem

 

I swim in schmaltz in bedlam

Ten fishes filled

Gilled, I'm quite skilled

Intently listening

I can hear a voice from Heaven

It's sending shivers down my spine 

I'm shrouded in thick darkness

Scrubbing indelible stains

I align with the moon

Asking for staying power

I call on Sekhmet yet I'm left a leper 

There's no two ways about it

I'm stuck in a cycle

I don't know what the fuck to think 

It's now or never. 

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 17th, 2020 11:58
  • Category: Unclassified
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