Greenwich Equinox

A Boy With Roses

This telescope took so long to build                                                                            

And you broke it like this                                                                                                  

A scar in the mirror in the frame of a haunted painting                                                        

In a dream I had, I reeled the fetish in                                                                          

The moonlight poured like time into the tortured book                                                          

I was reading with limp wrists, fatigued in my inner turmoil                                    

I had a dream I disappeared and I've never felt more at peace                                  

Looking into the ocean of your blue eyes                                                                            

Pebbled footprints on the beach of my ever wandering soul                                    

Driving fast in an ancient flash when the stars prevail                                                            

I feel hope gliding through the bones I cared for                                                                

The abandoned truth flickering in the darkest corner                                                            

Words in ribbons like apparitions echoing on cold paper                                          

With every transmission on the radio                                                                                      

With every old face I see in waterlogged photographs                                                        

I'm leaning against a slanted view, out of reach                                                      

When I dream I hear a voice calling me back to reality                                          

A ship calling me back to you, back to you, back to you                                                    

I cut myself and let the blood flow                                                                            

Pain flourished in a dizzy rage, misunderstood                                                        

Blood clot, one hundred pills fizz in my stomach and I vomit                                    

Poison and honey I swallow and my cigarette burns out                                          

Windmills and beer froth and memories abiding in my mouth                                          

The bittersweet taste of unwinding revenge long-drawn out                                                        

Bruises, vindictive and immature                                                                                  

I sewed my tears to my inner organs, pushed fingers                                        

Into every orifice, sweet holes like a dead corpse                                                            

On the floor my thoughts were slow                                                                                

Brain paralysed and my limbs are sore                                                                  

Suicidal malfunction, I cried tears on my knees                                                                

Eyes wet, I wiped the sadness away like I pick flowers                                                  

Got up and looked out at the lake from the hill                                                       

Wishing I was a cloud drifting in that vast blue                                                  

Lungs filled with water in my blue bedroom                                                                                      

There's no sunlight here, no sunlight here. 

 

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 4th, 2022 19:31
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Comments2

  • Alexander Pope III

    Deep

  • Draven

    Beautiful yet haunting and drowning imagery. Nicely written once again xx

    • A Boy With Roses

      I think I exist between hopeless romance and drowning imagery



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