Melancholia

A Boy With Roses

under the influence of the planet Saturn                                                                            

I dance in the shadows of time                                                                                    

I fill the sky with dreams and mine for diamonds                                                                  

in the ruins of my labyrinthine mind                                                                                        

I tune into a lucid echo, speaking in heartbeats                                                                        

I come back to the surface, with every metronomic streak                                                              

wandering down dark streets                                                                              

Heaven's melody is an ephemeral high                                                                      

bleeding jewels, red swans, awake pretty much all night                                                      

I light the room with words, a candle burning to my left                                                      

and I pour myself a cooling drink of black liquid                                                  

lovesick, unkempt in my decadence                                                                              

I've never known anything else, just this occupied gloom                  

and filled the spaces between with lamps                                                                                        

a hungry mouth held together with a pin, filled with abbreviations                

and the hope that the fading sky remembers                                                                    

you can't force a wasp to do your work and keep your secrets                        

in a tomb with letters and deers and oobleck                                                                             

the distilled quietness vanishes when a broken angel sings                                                

that sweet music flows through my veins.  

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 3rd, 2022 18:11
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