Champagne and SherbetChampagne and sherbetJust enough to dance in my eyesDrifting rosy bubbles and sour fruitsChocolate and MerlotRich enough for late night fantasiesAnd bringing to light elegant truths
HonestyI like how your honesty bleeds throughAfter memory pile-ups that never quite make senseThe silences where you try catching your thoughts like so many birdsTethering them down to a solid point with gun-metal ribbonsBefore setting them freeIn alphabetical order
TragedyYou were always an uncommitted RomeoNever learning your linesOr quite remembering your blocking."It's truer this way",You would say,Kissing the poison off her lips,A sleeping beauty who would never knowThe blade's sweet caress on her heart.You always rewrote the tragic endings,Replacing MacBeth and Othello.Setting in place Superman and Batman.You never were a committed Romeo,Which I think is why I still love you.
NothingThis is nothingA list of why life smiles like garden gnomesA burst of joy at passing stormsLaughter at beauty beyond beliefA mere dab of paintArt for art's sakeUninspired as Milton's exercisesLusterless as preliminary sketchesTracing a dazzling world in black and white nullityThis is nothingExcept a brief foray into everything that is joy
Goodbye, It's the EndIt's because you try to buy it allPaying your thirty pieces of silver for some friendshipWhich rings as hollow as your plugged nickelsI'm tired of fending off your Judas paymentOr pretending that all is right in my GethsemaneYour lies cut off my earBecause I really just can't care anymore
Lady In RedThe rain taps the same rhythm as your fingersTatata-tapPounding like the rushing blood in my earsHeralding the arrival of a year of nightThe genesis of darknessCelebrating our fallComplete in our deficient cardiovascular systemsI used to love the measure of your insanityWeighed out in double-time heartbeatsAnd universal empire dreamsBut these days I only have one heartAnd you are destroying my worldYour kisses are the sameSnatched as you dance byCarefree like the worlds you have destroyedOr caged old menBent on saving the young beautiesQuixotic in sneakers and rock star jacketsThe kisses are the samebut I no longer want to be empressNor rule for millennia
It has becomeThis moment is elevatedIt has become 'event'Knowledge springing from a typoWisdom from jokesSomething is stirred in the depthsThe mess swirlsObscuring any more thoughtsBefore rising to shade everythingIn peaceAnd happy confusion
Make UpMy face is breathing againTaking in the air with great shuddering breathsHealing up in the exotic sunlightMy skin never knew what the sound of violins wereNor the taste of strawberries and sweet sweatBut revelations came on the overdue beamsAnd a waltz carries so many memories to sift throughSuddenly the dance of clouds is not as ill plannedAnd the future forecast might just helpMy face smile again