My rent is due, tatters rolling by,
Sun-burnt skin aches, tears in velvet eyes,
Sighs, cries and all that sanity this sense defies,
Denies lobsters for rubies, and then dies.
Mortal burdens terrify which even fickle veins show,
No trace of heavens, as far as yours eyes can go.
The journey proceeds, yet I am standing still,
Sunflower mists hazing my purple window sill.
Bending sideways I care to smile and wink at the maze,
Sweet humor that so distracts the air of an empty gaze.
Looking back on nightly slumbers I tend to pour,
A lullaby of disdain which mighty waves bring ashore.
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 1:27 PM UTC
My rent is due, tatters rolling by,
Sun-burnt skin aches, tears in velvet eyes,
Sighs, cries and all that sanity this sense defies,
Denies lobsters for rubies, and then dies.
Mortal burdens terrify which even fickle veins show,
No trace of heavens, as far as yours eyes can go.
The journey proceeds, yet I am standing still,
Sunflower mists hazing my purple window sill.
Bending sideways I care to smile and wink at the maze,
Sweet humor that so distracts the air of an empty gaze.
Looking back on nightly slumbers I tend to pour,
A lullaby of disdain which mighty waves bring ashore.
