.The bottom of my ros
Is sweet with loneliness
When your 20 pounds heavy
tears come slow on asphalt eyes
Yesterdays scars turn pink on your skin
She is dressed in desire fabrics
swash buckled in glory
alcohol tinted eyes
I chase the hem of her skirt in circles
until I am dizzy
confused and breathing heavy
She is carried away on the wings
Of some other preening middle class man
who has never cried into a lonely ros
The music unlocks the ropey crevices
of a tightly bound psychology
You lay on a concrete bed
concerned and cuddled by
passers by
who tell you
they have seen better days
.
Is sweet with loneliness
When your 20 pounds heavy
tears come slow on asphalt eyes
Yesterdays scars turn pink on your skin
She is dressed in desire fabrics
swash buckled in glory
alcohol tinted eyes
I chase the hem of her skirt in circles
until I am dizzy
confused and breathing heavy
She is carried away on the wings
Of some other preening middle class man
who has never cried into a lonely ros
The music unlocks the ropey crevices
of a tightly bound psychology
You lay on a concrete bed
concerned and cuddled by
passers by
who tell you
they have seen better days
.
gelth:
Strangely beautiful. I'm not sure why I like this so much :s