Vodka trembled from lips
it was the red wine which bled
‘Happy Christmas Santa’ and
just place presents on graves
How could I kiss you goodbye
when lips were frozen on a slab
so many icebergs away.
I wore her chemo as a wedding veil
someone told the bride to stop breathing
Streetlights stood erect
waiting to trace footsteps of lonely walkers
and so I walked…and walked
until tide’s edge became a guillotine
Under slate grey Victorian skies
told the ghosts to stop talking
Mum, Dad, children before cradle
oh whenever, tell the devil to enjoyt foreplay
There is a cemetery
my soul are the gates
And so. Death took me again
who knows if the heart is male or female
even submarines drown,
I’ve loved deeper than the sea.
Shhh and silence please
did you ever know the broken heart library
was ‘no sex pleas were British’
but I still taste delights between open thighs
life is nothing but taste and grief
hello dearest Rob this is very haunting and a hard truth brilliantly written ❤️
Powerfully penned, Ghosteen. Another excellent write with tons of depth my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Dear R,
Life is a smorgasbord is another euphemism trying to tamp down the harsh realities of every variable life throws up. For me, love is by far the worst human emotion. It’s either pristine of bastardized. I appreciated the feelings depicted in this piece because they felt cold and hollow almost. To me such an accurate vibe. Fab write. H🌷