Blue Roses

Black diamonds, blue roses,
perfume that smells like amber,
fades around midnight,
when bright stars shine through the dull clouds.

Around the mass of dust,
surrounding old lungs,
there are hearts hiding,
that beats like broken syntax.

With messy minds, neat vodkas,
dreams of mountains that smile.
Spending nights writing soliloquies
about cheap medicine.

Rain falls down,
black circles around eyes.
Girls are prettiest when they cry,
that’s why the world makes them so sad.

In a haze, drinking by a fire,
covered to death in sunshine.
Black diamonds on girl necks,
blue roses smell like amber.

Drunk Thoughts Mean Nothing

Thoughts fuelled by desire
and heart breaking moments
of pretentious anagnorisis,
hyped up by the solstice of
a legal poison,
Don’t mean anything.

I’m sorry.

What was I was thinking,
when I rang you over, over, over, over?
You didn’t pick up,
it was all lies.
Fabrications made up in the
love affair between
my imagination
and the volume of intoxication,
iconoclasts of boredom.

I don’t know what I was going to say.

It doesn’t matter.
It was an exaggeration.
They burned out quickly,
I threw away the candle
with your name,

It should have gone years ago.

Did you imagine me
imagining you?
Did you picture
your name flashing through my brain?
As the poison went further down me.

I’m sorry it was a lie.

A broken memory i’ve since forgotten,
covered in dust,
temporarily brought into
my minds eye;
tarnished with sobering alcohol,
telling me to call your name.

How does it feel when you see my name?

Do you care, like I don’t?
Does it ignite the hidden dream,
you buried within me?