Dyed-in-the-wool in cursive dreams
Of indefatigable heartache
The moonlight at 4am is a requiem
Broken rhymes, never waning
Under the spell of pleasure and pain
I won't resist
I capsize in your domain
Like a lover, I cherish the memories
Of drunken weekends
Classic compositions like Dresden
The things I love are killing me
Slowly
Breaking atmospheres
Wistfully
Numb to pragmatics, postwar
Reciting affirmations
At clouds and pink beverages
How can I prove myself?
A watercolour, counterbalanced
By the total mass of fear
I close my eyes and disappear
I close my eyes and disappear.
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Author:
Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
So pleased to see a new series from you! This is compact and full of haunting images. So universal but so particularly you. Pink beverages... yes, perfect.
Hello, Jarcher. Long time, huh? It's pretty hard to come on here now without remembering all the sweet words you've left behind. Thank you!!
I have been swamped with many things, helping out friends, family, and gardening!
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