hanging from a petals pore
drying slowly above the floor,
of yellow roses and red sunflowers.
               paint a florist affair
               as birds outside shoot
              ray-guns to the sun.
this house smells so nice.

almost zero
i have been told,
the risk is that low.

whisky and women,
can't have
it any other way.

said with  parched lips.

you caught me upon a fallen star
and wished me away to the
desert Mars.

A dead plain with foreign men
of simple things in a nightmare,

awaken me to humanity.

where i can breath again,
the stormy sands will be forgotten
and all the horrors beneath.

can't help but feel rotten.

but wait you make the clouds
tare their eyes from death,
to rain upon my fallen dreams
and make an ocean deep.

I get lost in these spaced themes
but know you are all there is to me.

I read you like a letter
my white out bottle is empty,
oh the words you wrote are so simple.

yet the music of it turns my back to a melody
so sweet.

so i read a thank you for listening
and pull a hole of Persephone
and go into the winter,
a silence.

when you caught a child's thrill
in a bottle for ships to crash,
upon broken dreams
and endless understanding.

can you listen to the distant call
a siren of bombs to go off,
my constant beat mistreats,
the world aloft to greater things.

i ask only because you ask