When you're in a lousy mood
You can try
To cry
Or sigh
Deeply
And then implode
Or you can explode!
Either sink in
Wallow in sin
Or burst out
Do something loud
Go north
Or south
Just dont stay where you are
And brood
When you're in that lousy mood
How many lies
Does it take
For a heart to break?
How many lies
For the world to shatter,
For the ground to shake?
Does it really matter
How many lies were spake?
I sometimes wonder
If every word
I ever heard
Was a blunder.
Whether my ears
Or your tongue
Were to blame
For the game
This love became.
How many lies
Must you speak
Before you realise
The harm that you do;
That words are like glue;
That if love is blind
Words are the ties that bind.
How many lies?
The whips of your words
Lash about me;
From head to toe
I am afire
With your devotion
To the notion
That this is love.
The knife of your tongue
Stabs, withdraws
And plunges again;
Each spreading stain
A questing limb
Reaching for another
Until I am trussed,
Enveloped within
Your scarlet lust.
The violin sings
Of ineffable things
As the night falls away
Giving way to the grey
Dawn
The sun rises
To the sound of strings
And I must dance
To the tunes
Of forgotten songs
To the rhythms
Of worlds long gone
To the memories
Of places belonged
As the violin sings
I am it's strings.
The horns on the road
As I wait for you
Beat time with my racing heart
And build to an anticipatory
Crescendo
Just waiting
To explode
Into the night
An impossible
Firecracker
Of descending
Smiles
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When the wind blows your hair
Against my cheeks
The smell of you invades
My senses, strikes deep
Down to primal corners of my brain
Beyond the limits of the sane.
Then
My synapses firing
Out of control
Drive my lips down
To find their ground
Without sin
In your skin.
On some days I'm a cat
I prowl alone
And if you smell
Right
I'll rub your limbs
And purr for you
But if you show unseemly
Delight
I'll leave
Walk my own path
Away from yours
Through the night
And warm your toes
If you're still
Nice
The morning after
And meow for you.
On some days I'm a dog
Big, shaggy, happy
With a big wet tongue
That longs to drown you
In love
You could rub me for days
And I'd stay
And tremble at your
Touch
I'd roll for you
Gambol for you
Run and fetch too
I'd be your happy slave
Your delightful knave
I'd warm you like a stove
Smother you with love
And bark and bite for you.
On some days I'm your bird
Chirping happily away
On a perch
In a cage
My performing stage
As you live out
Your life
Ignoring me
For days
Feeding me
By the way
Behind your bars I stay
Yearning in song
Yearning to belong
As I chirp for you
And tweet for you
I pine slowly away.
On other days
When I can
I will also be
Your man.
I met him yesterday
Your new friend
We didn't have much to say
He looks content
I laughed with all the rest
Telling jokes to quench each sigh
And I passed the acid test
Through the night my eyes stayed dry
But across the room
I watched you for a while
And I noticed in the gloom
He never made you smile
Yes, I watched you for quite a while
And not once did he make you smile.
The children play
As the city grows
In the gutter
And the garbage
The children playing
Among the crows
That baby in the corner
Sucking on bottlecaps
He smiles happily at me
Scratching at his scabs
Everywhere I turn
The children play
On roofs, on ceilings
Where the paint is peeling
While the city churns
The children play
If the whole city burnt
In the ashes you would see
At every corner of every street
Where the burning bodies lay
The ghosts continue to play.