Beautiful gloves of
Beautiful gloves of
Beautiful gloves of
Beautiful gloves of
of
Many fancy shirts
Wrapped in designer skirts
Tie, around your neck
Dizzy lips swap
to
Remain the last breath
Spotted around the corner
Suffering endlessly
Alone, without gloves company
Permanently stressing
Over
The little details
Over
And again I scroll up, scroll down
Over
Will it ever end?
The night was alive
The goblins were about
The owls were eloping
And the devils were playing
City street games
With brightly colored
Often obscenely flavored
Suits
Smiling faces
Focused on gelatin
Fancy dresses
And a married starlet
Drinks and drinks
And cameras and sinks
Meat in the locker
Liquor on the floor
Sequins and glitter
Sushi and tea
Tonight you’ve been
A life of glam
Fueled by urban rush
Styling through leftover plush
The balanced hair left a little smear
Sexy walks and glaring looks
No, we’re happy in these shoes
Give me blood
And I’ll ask for scabs
Give me cocktails
And I’ll ask for napkins
Give me rainbows
And I’ll ask for the rain
Give me eyebrows
And I’ll ask for the lips
Give me hair
And I’ll fray it everywhere
Now we’re happy in these shoes
Excitement erodes thought
Like creeping vines through the summer
Like washout after rain
Like music through the soul
Like pressure in the vein
These are the good things
We make in life
Lets remember to forget
Wild wildebeests join formation
Crush the dust under panic’d hooves
Leave the grassland for the hole
Snort and grunt, territorial games
The zebras, like the wildebeests
In their striped uniforms
And rebellious mane, graze
The wild grasslands they graze
Vultures, with their crooked necks
Search the landscape, far and wide
For fresh kills, or hungry lions
With them follow smaller scavengers
The elephants, in their scattered herds
With the cutest young
Spray themselves, in the hot noon sun
Or roll, roll around in the mud
When the trees are green
We find the giraffes, tall and lean
Searching the top branches
For the choicest of leaves
The king of the safari, we all know
Roars the loudest in his territory
Claims his space, claims his clan
Guards his disciples from a shady grove
Decadent ritual of un-fretted glory
Somersaults and candles and baskets with lunches
Bubble baths and grass and glasses of wine
Seize the day, give not to thine fear
Wallowing in glory with squirrels and a lover
Smelling the air of lightly scented allure
Pretending to care the feathers aren’t ruffled
Knowing better than the vultures circling
The game is your own
The bat is a slugger
The ball isn’t greased
And the pitcher’s on change-up
Lay low, dear lover
Lay high, dear moon
Stay long dear lover
Stay bright, dear moon
A morning away
A daze in a way
Warm thoughts
Brief glimpses
Memories that
Like all things
In time
Shall find its
Lovely existence
Into back pages
Trampled over
By newly stomped
Heartbeats
Left over smiles
And glitter
All things glitter
Late at night; the hue hung around
Two lovers stood transfixed and poised
Naked to their eyes, car honks of agreement
Two lovers stand gazing and aroused
The stretch was done and the food all gone
Two lovers made their way to each other
Stop signs and eager minds
Two lovers make friends with their lips
Rock and roll, with disregard
Two lovers find room in back seats
Car boots, and door steps
Two lovers find the night far too short