absinthe

The black mood has returned with an extra side of gloomy. I couldn't sleep at all last night, I forget how caffiene effects me. Out of the sleepless strange mood came some creative energy, though, so here is a late-night stab at poetry. I know 'collarbone' doesn't fit the rhyme scheme and I've ignored meter all together, but what can I say, I'm not Shakespeare.

Sonnet for Suicide Girls
Forever inked you wear in red you heart out on your chest,
and blue it sits there heavy between your breasts where anyone
can see it, pincushioned with stabs, torn like a stocking run -
is there no unlock to empty key holes, suicide girl?

Then these anatomic shafts pierce through chambers while they rest,
labels stretched black as outlined wings along your collarbone,
where tiny birds and their scrolled letters your shoulderblades stun -
and will they always come in pairs for you, suicide girl?

You have such light eyes for such dark hair; just trying you could
deflect arrows with your mirrored shields to cut through hate -
then would nobody dare to cut you down, suicide girl?

They cannot see you, perfect, dark, refuse to see your good,
under spotlights let your colors reflect - why wont they wait
for you - stabbing through hearts can make eyes sharp, suicide girl.



So, do any of you have a poem lurking around in the corners of your mind? C'mon, send it this way: it's open mike in Absinthe's journal.