Your paintbrush swerves red

delight kisses eyes open

my dawn bought in blood

 

 

 

spectators
queuing up to see
daily events

warm fingers
trickle down with ease
sharp images

The surface is still now where I have drowned
in unnecessary tears

a drought stiffens the land, cracks pull apart
nourishment has disappeared
for those who drank too much

my shame breeds
in every action and word
that could not see you

A night so dark
filled with stark thoughts
that park in me.
Mark of tears left.

freshly cut rose
lying on the ground unnoticed
trampled by toes

gift boxes
new wishes unwrapped
no glitter

Attention pounds is the price of money.
What you do for me, you don’t do for me.
It’s awful I think denying funny,
the reward way too little for the fee.
So rethink what you want from me, honey.