Poisoned Lake

A Boy With Roses

Violet pink rays saunter into cool blue pools                                                                  

The orange morning wide in open mouths, open minds                                              

Open legs whispering strange predilections                                                        

Breathing and burrowing into perfect little rabbit holes                                              

Hiding from the violent burst of rain                                                              

Overflowing bodies drinking stardust milk                                                                      

Neon lights flickering and rooms gathering pleats                                                      

Awakenings lingering like fingertips on angel skin                                                            

Gentle caressing, ripples in a poisoned lake                                                                    

Soft clouds falling in a tortured mind remembering                          

Laying awake at night, disheartened in bed by the ache of love                                  

Curled up silver like a diamond from beaded pearly sweat                                  

Motionless eyes feeling heavy, feeling heavy 

 

In the tall grass I heard the chirping sparrow                                                        

Marrow bulb in the centre of the madhouse                                                                      

Walls drenched in secrets, exquisite feelings                                                            

Soaring to meet you and your father                                                                        

Reeling in stone and foam, trembling fingers                                                                

Bent out of shape, touching the sun's innermost                                                              

Heart string plucking at bluebells disintegrating                                                            

Visions in a child's soul stretching far and beyond                                              

Lights, milk, phlegm, ocean songs                                                                                

Ice melting on our thorny eclipsed tongues                                                                

Hollow love stirring in these sacred vibrations                                                            

Blood drops in a dollhouse on the television screen                                                                

I seen you in a movie but I knew you weren't real                                                                

It all faded and I woke from the trance, the silence voice                                                  

I hear you in dreams. 

 

 

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 17th, 2021 18:12
  • Category: Unclassified
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