Bliss Is A Wound

A Boy With Roses

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
Breaking atmospheres
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. 

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 8th, 2024 16:32
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • jarcher54

    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.

    • A Boy With Roses

      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!!

      • jarcher54

        I have been swamped with many things, helping out friends, family, and gardening!

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