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Technicolour

pink stains

on lily petals

purple rain

in its coevals

a red boy

writing letters

green toy

spins in flatters

black rose

for that beauty

white pose

sing it with me

a blue girl

on the sun rays

yellow twirl

awed she plays

orange eyes

happily sparkled

rainbow lives

hearts all coloured.

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The Break-in

The bandit

Sneaks within

Your heart,

Steals everything

That’s yours

And all you love,

Leaves your

Soul in a

Ransacked

Chaos,

And worst of all,

He lets you

Live.

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Cosmic Band-Aids

The coalescing Seattle twilight was an interplaying illusion of dusk and haze, warm colours replacing the pastel skylines, only to be painted over by the deep indigo eventide. The local rustic town café was already closing up, and they barely had time to finish the last bites of their chocolate bonbons and sip the remaining drops of their hazelnut vanilla frappé, before the intermittent barista ushered them out—quite literally, with a tremulous hand and an apologetic jilted demeanour. Now they stood outside the establishment in introspective reverie, dimmed bronze sodium streetlight the only solitary light source that resiliently pierced through the caliginous melancholy.

She was a blushing rose, liquid and pale, every infinitesimal detail somehow magnified to be remarkably interesting. Fragrance of baby’s breath and frankincense, posture of a regal and sophisticated monarch, delicate face as that of an angel’s glimpse of paradise, personality of an intricate vintage lock and a million exploding suns. Her companion, admittedly, was a person of less enigma, yet was still a character of significance, an oakwood branch, roughly-hewn and intense, simple yet charismatic. That svelte and cheeky-looking fellow had untidy coffee-tint hair, a discursive ironic smirk, an insouciant slouch, and a steely glint that, more often than not, signalled trouble.

As the fog and the regent shadows further intensified, the pauses and discomfited silence between them further attenuated. Moments passed. Her candyfloss-pink sundress fluttered like a jaded butterfly as she tucked a frayed bookmark behind her seashell ear, and her taciturn companion watched her intently, like an engrossed pawnbroker. Without permission, he began to remove his worn tan overcoat and gingerly placed the article over her cool shoulders, still warm and cosy by his own body heat. Flustered by the uncalled attention, she turned away to brush a stray raven hair back into her gossamer tufted bun, and lost grip of her book of poems, fragile pages yellowed and dogeared with age. Sylvia Plath’s ancient anthology dropped with a soft thump right side up, opening uncannily on the centre page containing Mad Girl’s Love Song, and both bent down and fumbled clumsily to pick it up in haste.

Fingers tangled. Glances exchanged. Blue eyes collided with green. Hands clenched. Throats choked. Hearts skipped. Breaths hitched. Souls shattered. Their blueberry-strawberry swirl ice cream melted absently like calligraphy on the pavement. The book now lay abandoned and forgotten, its unspoken poetry dancing alongside the breeze. No words were whispered. None were necessary. Overhead, the last of the brimstone shades faded away, and incandescent stars splashed the darkness of the falling sky. Below, firework eyes showered sparks, and skins intertwined. Witnessing it all, hiding behind the wisps of pewter clouds and overlooking the nocturnal planet, the glowing moon quaintly smiled.

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Oblivion in Alluvion

Carry on and write a song that says it all
And shows it off before you die
Take a little breath before you catch an
Early death, there is so much sky…

~*~

standing out

in the rain

where i could stay

for hours

my heartbeat, it

slows to a lull

and my

hands lose

their tremble.

i meditate;

eyes closed,

tasting petrichor,

hearing the

grumbling thunder,

fingers drawn to

skyward bloom,

drowned in

reveries…

as i feel the

rivulets

of heavenly tears

cascade

down my

fingertips and

torrents

dripping down

my peaceful visage

and water

kissing my skin

ever gently.

lost in a cool

daydream,

a blank slate

of pondering inside

my tranquil mind,

rife with

contentment

and solipsistic

notions,

knowing that

warm soup

and hot coffee

and a tea cosy is

waiting for me home

even though

at that moment,

i was already there.

as the rain

slows leisurely

to a languid cease,

i gaze at the

atmosphere

and bade the

fugacious weather

goodbye—

although i’m

tinged with a sense

of melancholy,

for with my

aqueous companion,

mine empty soul

has never been

quite more

fulfilled, more

purposeful and

alive.

~*~

Hey, you’re fine
I wanna listen to the radio
Driving down Calexico highway
And now I know the signs for sure…

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Naptime

Beetle black eyes

And candy breath

You will go far, kid

So take a first step

Cobweb fine hair

Innocence astute

Tictac teeth grins

Bunny fluffy cute

Softer than pillow

Or marshmallows

Bumblebee laugh

Every blink hopes

A vivacious spirit

After the long day

Of giggling, crying

Curious soul plays

As you laid to rest

I pondered you on

A wondrous child

My smile guessed

This tired little tot

Tranquil as can be

Sweet dreams, kid

Dream of life for me.

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Hearts on a Pendulum

~*~

DON’T RUIN A PERFECT THING

American nightmares

Counted on the blue moon

I’d leap across Atlantic

But darling, that’s too soon.

~*~

JUMP IN THE FIRE (IF IT BURNS YOU)

Spitting flames in the dark

They thought it would play

Yet those puissant sparks

Kissed back the waterway.

~*~

TRUE LOVE COMES FROM MORE THAN JUST THE HEART

A tactile tongue on necklaces

Illumined on equivocal jewels

Red rose by your grave traces

I shall return the favour in hell.

~*~

A KISS LIKE A FIRE ON PAVEMENT

Loathing has that succinct taste

Of compound ammonia valerate

You seem to love this acidic lick

Burning holes in your bloody lips.

~*~

A HAMMER THROUGH MY TEETH

I’m onerous, am I not?

A talented conniving old miser

I’m adroit, am I not?

A charming multifaceted lover.

~*~

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Tissue Sketches #3: café chicago

Chicago skylines twirl, a scintillating maid

A distant glow which never seems to fade

Indulge in tastes of saccharine decadence

Flavours myriad dancing, still quite intense

Nocturnal owls hum as the clock strikes eleven

For a whimsical soul, this quaint place is heaven.

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Go On and Give the World a Show

1.) Your mind is boiling bleeding bending screaming and that motherfucker is doing nothing but saving your watercolour tears in a crystalline vial and using it to paint your evocative portrait in his dollar store canvas.

2.) Your heart is cursing complaining coronary sedating and those bastards are doing nothing but taking your severed arteries for the next transplant performance to entertain surgeons, scaramouches, and curious sickos.

3.) Your soul is pulsing pirouetting paralysing sacrificing and this asshole is doing nothing but pasting your flattened cardboard spine into an unused oak guitar and singing hypocritically about his next hit tragedy.

4.) You are woeful whimsical winning simply synesthetic and the critics did nothing but make you infamous and indomitable as you rose against their vehement volatile tidal waves and triumphantly held your billowing flag on the blue moon.

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Civ and Cent

I’m so deluded

By your mirror

In the stones

When I met

You, suddenly

I was alone

Wit that stabs

Souls in and

The corner wall

Words that glow

Coalesced as

It quaintly falls

The stars will

Be yours for

The taking

You look sick

But I thought

You’re faking

Floral shirts

Faded trousers

And fixed hair

What happened

To the cap boy

Without a care?

But somehow

The bloodstains

Appear better

Than your silver

Nosering and

Black sweater

A voice as soft

As linen and

Cotton pillows

You change

The pulse that

The wind billows

On blurs of

Bowling balls and

Pinball machines

Waltzing girls

That knock you

Like bowling pins

You drive me

Off the cliff and

Onto the sun

The boy with

Misadventures

And on you stun.

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Strawberry Girls and Cherry-Picked Lies

I met a girl who never looked so alone
Like sugar water in your mouth lukewarm
She tied a cherry stem for me with her tongue
We fell in love and now we’re both alone
‘Cause I don’t need any more friends
And another kiss like fire on a pavement
We’ll burn it down to the end…

~*~

Strawberry girls are performing with shortcake hearts

And I just love the way that they break and tear me apart

I’m drinking poisoned margaritas for my last phone call

Drowned under the covers and on the linen blankets I fall

.

You think it’s high time for me to say goodbye and a lost eulogy

But not yet darling, ’cause I specialise in the art of disasterology

Garlands and wreaths and we sink laughing in softest lavender

Just like the bruises we kissed away and the lines we severed

.

I was always coughing madly under the influence of grey fumes

Drinking out of cholera water, wounding myself on rusted looms

But who will be the grenade that will pull that rusted stubborn pin

I’m tainted, sordid, insalubrious, love, won’t you make me clean?

.

As cold rain is beating down against the rolled-up car windows

We make believe with dulling thorns and hazy roses for hours

Thick blood starts to flow, like passing red buses on morrows

My sweetest strawberry girl, who ever knew that you were so sour?

.

Your shivering cups of coffee scald hotly more than kerosene

You’re so out of style, but you just love being so fucking mean

The boys in the club are youth raged and have new ideas stupid

And the tepid beer, like the summer air, is tasteless and arid

.

Your blossoming skin has always been flushed pink with spite

The chemicals in your brain keep your soul dissolving enough

Sitting high on an ivory pedestal, like flowers woven on a kite

You’re a bubblegum cheerleader, but chewed up and popped

.

Colliding like a suspended heart alongside patient bowling pins

Why did you adore all the mermaids if you can’t even swim?

I’ll pray to the devils and hope that they wouldn’t go and follow

For everyone took a bite out of your leftovers until you were hollow

.

The sunset is missing, hiding under hills and decaying cemeteries

Let’s bury the past under groves of pearl and burn it with gasoline

If only you’ll stop serving yourself impaled on a silver plate, please

Leave that to the cherry girls, blushing burlesque and incarnadine

.

The bullets from your back are yours to keep in bitterest memory

That golden necklace is choking you, won’t you take it off for me

Drunk on saccharine, bloated on pesticide, intoxicated in perfume

I’ll take your hand and hold it tight, strawberry girl, we’ll be home soon

.

Let’s dance a waltz and let the grass brush our ankles in diamond fields

Underwater ballerina, an angel on cloud filaments as you hum and sing

Where’s the misery, all the agony, those vultures we didn’t even need?

You’re a strawberry queen in a castle, and I’ll be your own vineyard king

.

A million heartbeats thumping quickly under the abysmal ocean floor

Making whirlpool tantrums and tidal waves crash against the shore

Lying on picnic blankets, don’t you love the way the moon looks tonight?

Scintillating mischievously as it whispers its secrets to gold starlight

.

Strawberry girl, it’s a withering world, so why don’t you come and disappear with me?

We could be resting, alone in our peaceful hell while that chaotic paradise goes crazy

Let’s fake our own deaths here and let the wolves chase, let the weeping foxes fight

Let’s die under the stars, my strawberry girl, don’t you think they look so beautiful tonight?

~*~

‘Cause this is a wasteland, my only retreat
With heaven above you, there’s hell over me
You said what about us? Well, what about me?
Hang from the gallows, asleep in the rain
‘Cause this is a wasteland, my only retreat…

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