It’s the fact that you are entertained
For virtually no proper reason at all
Only finding your fickle amusement
When I’m laughing so out of the blue
Because you’ll never have to find any
No, you’re merely content with seeing
Happiness in others, and your innocent
Soul finds that as all the more reason to
Smile in this solemn, humourless world.
“If I die now, you’ll be fine, wouldn’t you?” Came the morbid question, startlingly from out of nowhere, the tone rather earnest and solemn, as the rest of her contradictory body moved to pack up her bright clothes and stunning makeup in preparation for the party she was going to attend in that very evening; a glamorous night out in the city hotel for endless hours of revelry and colourful strobe lights and dancing with her inebriated friends.
“Not if I die first.” Was the equally-morbid devil-may-care reply, swift and acerbic, passed off in a jovial manner, accompanied by an amused grin and a playful hand slap, as he continued to stare jadedly at the glaring screen of his computer, thinking about the bottles of whiskey and cola that he secretly stashed away at the very back of the fridge, to be consumed later on at midnight in his bedroom with some crisps; a little party of his own.
They both smiled at each other quietly and let the conversation slide, and they went about with their business. They knew neither one was joking. And they knew they couldn’t do anything about it. So they just pretended to laugh.
I’m a ghost in your eyes
A shadow you can’t seem to recognise
I have a thought of you for every, star in the sky
But I’m scared, I’ll never cross your mind…
Lusted contrivances hold a harangued heart
The chaos of the slow moment is lost in the depart
Further regressing, counting ocean shore waves
Falling into the demesnes of a shadow I can’t save
Where the houses are burned to build a bonfire
And the dissemination is nothing but a pipe desire
What can be wrong with the things one can’t expect?
And what does this heedless vitriol bring to that next?
The sharpest tools have rusted away into desperation
Until one can no longer cut away those strings of infection
Finding museum peace over the turnstiles of amusement
This heart may be heavy but the weight can circumvent.
Will our stars ever align?
Will two hearts, beat in time?
These words you should always remember
To you, my heart I surrender…
i toss a toy
to mollify you
on your chubby face
“dog”, you utter
face crinkled in confusion
i smile and say “yes,
dog goes ruff!”
emitting a growl
and the best bark i can do
at the last part
cheery sound breaking
my internal bedlam
and hold the toy
closer to my face
where i could kiss it
in the same way you did
and so i do;
and then i clamp it
in between my mouth
and attack you with tickles
barking and laughing
as you squeal in delight
and the plastic toy
as we both fall over
in silliness and happiness
on that pastel pink
adorable owl-spangled bed
this is a nonsensical tale
no one wants to bite
but we are truly barking mad,
aren’t we, child?