#revelry
Face in a crowd,
drawing me in,
music so loud,
voices straining,
trying to reach one another,
two halves of this youthful night,
and for a while
we are alone together
in this crowd.
Our eyes,
the only eyes,
glimmering
in the sea of lights,
speak silent, sweet, nothings.
Our lips,
the only lips
worth watching,
as our heart beats pulse
in time
to the sound of revelry.
Nov 7, 2020
Nov 7, 2020 at 3:14 PM UTC
Today, tiredness
has strapped itself
to my ankle bones.
I'm walking upstairs
with adult weight,
dragging eyelids open,
nudging consciousness
still lying in the road -
desperate to drive along
that towering bridge
and back into
last nite, the strokes
of three, four and five
passed me knowingly
like a former lover.
Grudges were embedded
long before the peak.
There were teeth marks
left in breeze blocks,
street signs stolen
as the town went under.
Down a park slide,
we deep-dived life.
Climbed theatre roofs
to discuss our plays.
Threw our shoes,
plus socks, in frost,
before settling on home.
American video calls.
Empty cereal bowls.
Maybe six or seven
goodnight smokes
with a slumped hug,
voicebox croaked
during the final tokes
and I'm under covers -
today, tomorrow.
There are crumbs
on a camera lens
and fingerprints
smudged on mirrors
hidden behind a face.
I'm not coherent,
feeling anything
but God, this Sunday.
Sep 8, 2020
Sep 8, 2020 at 4:27 PM UTC
Before the day when my mind flickers
Before the night when fear grabs my wrist
Before the moment of emancipation
When I lose my sanity,
To the courageous fear beneath the beds of my heart.
When the flood comes in dark,
And the moon ditches without leaving a mark.
I sink and sink.
The way I feel possessed,
The way mad I am,
The way I know not about my constancy.
I know I shall stumble,
I know I may fall,
Amid this,
This which is no revelry.
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 8:07 AM UTC
'When nights shall be drunk
And souls be tumbling in revelry
When the comic of roles end
And cold shall be burning
I await to call the utmost illegitimate side of us
As my penchanted pleasure
For you be semisane
Caught half into adulthood and rest you know...
Neither you nor me or they
Be sceptical or carrying the peels of scruples
Don't.
Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 6:09 AM UTC
a virile
epicurean there
rival math
by their
dare that
vaccinate this
flaw while
back in
time their
tree was
shared and
with breadth
of human
involvement lain
this hedonist
an affect
in a
champion's quest
Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 6:25 AM UTC
when I'm a wealthy man
I'll spoil you baby
every night we'll drink wine
I'll smoke my favourite cigar brand
we'll isten to to our favourite songs
upon our balcony that overlooks
the beautiful world in which we live
a party every Friday night
friends family and neighbours
will get down on our marble floor
and they will call us the king and queen
of revelry
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 5:43 AM UTC
Who has the keys to this Wednesday night?
I wanna ******* drive, I'll take the exit
off I-90
and these bloodshot eyes
they won't slow me down
or catch up until bar time.
Greyscale cityscape--it's blurred out size
can dissemble time
and make a smudge out of our plights.
Not asking questions.
I won't need to lie
if I just keep quiet.
Not gonna slow
me down.
Not this time.
Door to the weekend has started creaking
and leaking light.
But my threshold's high
and we're not on foreign ground.
Dim reflection in your shouting eyes
calls for some more time
so it's one more round
and keep running for a place that's high.
Not gonna stop until these blurring lights
and my X'd out eyes
can make a streak out of my sight.
No further questions.
I don't mean to pry.
So I'll just keep quiet.
Deal is, you've gotta
hide
me tonight.
Let's pitch the keys to this Wednesday night
and ditch this beat-up ride. Let's make our exit.
Torch these bridges,
flee through rainy night.
They can't stop us now
or catch up until bar time.
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 5:40 PM UTC