Perfection is a double-bladed thought, To cast the cobwebbed shadows, superior ticketed booth To turn sideshow viewing Into a scripted plot; But all the crumpled papers Litter the ground between church corridors, and tent mountains, wandering alone; Perfection is wrongly cast characters Paid in nickels and dimes for running A one-man circus For being bothContinue reading “Perfection issues”
Author Archives: Glitter Buns
Silver bold
The mirror reflects lies and deceit, face-first truth-telling sweets, pinched between the silver plated two-faced whispers, mind sated with words “great and be,” With thoughts unfettered, unhappy lurking in the blood trenches, the shallow one-faced thought And two-headed belief the mirror reflects every Lie and deceit
I. Wishes
If I could reach you on the shores, broken by satellite and fragments Sorrow and joy, peace and destruction of all I am, could be shattered in faded glass visage to stretch every piece of myself Further, one by one, closer to you and I’d break every bone, sinking blood, artery Bend the bent shape,Continue reading “I. Wishes”
Every piece of me
I hope every dream of mine Reaches you I hope every piece of my love Finds you Somewhere beyond this place until we meet again
Lingering you
I fear the dreams that wake me To the lingering heart of you, tantalizing lies and impressed shapes Squared on the toe-lined tribe of my clenched jaw and unaware cold, night and darkness sweet and bitter I convince myself as I’m pulled under, You’re still here. between the nightshade and ivy inlaid where the clarityContinue reading “Lingering you”
Faded
Will I one day forget Like faded glass memories, the way you looked different from the stills the ink image of shadow Darting across the wall, or the sound of your breath, Quiet and steady in the storm Will I tuck them away, the fragments of my heart that you occupied, To be sealed andContinue reading “Faded”
Slumdog not-millionaire
Talent goes to die in the slums where cigarette ash reads lines Algebra tables and canterbury tales whisped away by holes in the floor where wind bleeds between the cracks; “Maybe they might be fucking scum” from between the eyebrow blades cast so high on the shelf of diveted gold, Horn-rimmed glasses and soured coffeeContinue reading “Slumdog not-millionaire”
Your body mine
A body is scar riddled, shaped with the warmth of heart-thudding Nerve-ending collision of living; but what is a body that lies on a cold slab as cold as the metal that forgets the flesh that fresh blood That held and loved, whispered and breathed, sucked the world tucked it into the lungs shuttering theContinue reading “Your body mine”
For all the blame I can take
Nothing will trump loss The call to which we have no power but spineless, godless creatures Begging for warmth, Clinging to the begone memory-days of love youth, spring ephemeral cherry dew drops on the eve of sorrow, Sickness-clamor tricks of sight Dipping on the brow of age; Less wise of time to spoken merits leavesContinue reading “For all the blame I can take”
4 a.m.
The sun will not rise tomorrow nor the moon sink to the bottom of the sea; stars have set their weary weight where your heart is Forever trapped at four a.m.; And I keep looking for you to sigh and wish to forget That collection of memory forever trapped at four a.m.
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