Romance To Me
Heavy weights on numb limbs; This sleep is to my head. Crying out to distant blisters Which wish they knew the meaning. Try to spell it out, It’s simple for some. Now lie down and rest in paradise, On a bed of broken glass. Ash trays full of smoking ban Still sit on every table. Only if they knew the time of day They would all be gone. You hated every moment distributing life to the lonely, Easing out of the womb With dishonest motivation. And this is the world you’re born into, Where only night feels like home. Stain the blue sky black So you no longer have to squint. Only in complete darkness Are there no shadows. Written, early June 2010.