ink is blue
a scent sweet as roses
blue perfume
blissfully touching noses
/
came to feel nothing
but your heart still swells
exhale a sigh:
oh well oh well
one path, one heart, one ceiling to stare at
one string, one tune, that's the mortal coil
/
i sit on the bridge
toward a street i never crossed
camel coat, cuts a fine figure
but really it's kinda sad.
/
perfect hue: iris bright as the sixth of may
autumn rain, chasing some place far away
exhale a sigh:
oh well oh well
one soul, one art, one way to die
one pill, one flame, one kiss-goodbye
/
i sit on the bridge
toward a heartbeat i never felt
i'm stepping off and ashore 'cuz
i'm no D.B.T.D.L
no Nineteen-Hundred
/
i'm just painting
with blue vanilla extract.
YOU ARE READING
cacophony
Poésiea trail of poetry drawn between inward glances because i gave up on shouting myself down. | voice one: 01-13 | voice two: 16-29 | voice three: 30-36 | voice four: 37-42 | p.s. the first few poems are really bad. ~ hymn ©2020