Be Weird, Eat Cake

A Boy With Roses

In the company of stars I feel for you    

A pitiful glare, red moon against the dark sky          

In a world where time does not exist                

Only fools, only pleasure                      

We row towards the deafening thunder                    

The howling magnitude of gold and blood                          

I don't know why 

 

I hide behind a facade of pretentious words                     

Like I'm trapped under a sea of chains                                      

Trying to breathe with glitter in my lungs                                          

It never goes away, insatiable lust  

 

I light candles, dying like a withered rose                                        

By a table of flowers                                                        

Smoking cigarettes, dreaming of better                                                               

Drowning in green rivers                                                                

I am the student                                                                

Licking the blood from your knuckles                                                            

Giving spare change to homeless men                                                        

Praying at nightfall, I wake up alone, bones filled                                    

With hope and regret                                                            

A spark of desire in my eyes                                                                        

I tell myself today is different                                                            

But I'm spinning out of control       

 

In those windswept moments of despair                                        

Our inflamed hearts meander                                                  

Back and forth like some kind of messenger owl                                        

But we remain wild, anchored to the afterglow of perfect goodbyes                                    

Painting each other in perfect blue skies                                            

Painting each other in a web of distant lies                                                            

Compulsive repetitions like the caw of a raven                                          

I thought of the truth as a unicorn, as an orange tree                              

Making up words like rain-sprout, pure-truth, blue-drift                                                  

The foliage of October                                                                    

Passing by like a birdsong                                                                

I remember I saw you in the coffee shop                                                      

A cactus                                                                                                

A newspaper 

 

Squeezing into spaces we don't fit                              

Living in places we are not welcome                                

I come back to you                                                    

Stockholm syndrome with drugs                                          

A quiet rebellion in the wilderness                                            

A landscape so desolate and barren and cold that                            

Nothing can grow or bloom                                                  

I run my fingers along smooth textures                              

Bright colours of hardship soaking into the fabrics of drudgery                            

When I am feeling as hopeless as my memories                        

Crying on every street                                                        

I remember you like peaceful mornings                                

Watching the birds shoot over the row of blue houses                

I am indifferent, calling out for you and longing                        

Longing for the things we cannot have.  

                                                                  

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 9th, 2022 11:16
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  • Moom

    Wow I really felt this one. Lovely writing, emotional and raw in a very tidy way.

  • arqios

    Brings brass knuckles to the poetry fight! Hard hitting and yet tender to the emotions that it projects. A perfect slice of contemporary life.



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