Prelude to Sunday

i picture it sung... thoughts on people, i suppose.

I can smell his cigarettes

see the irises of his eyes

if I fell he could catch me

before I hit the ground

 

I walk along a curvy line

try and keep my balance

my equilibrium is faulty

just imbalanced as I would be in daylight

 

my lids are mixed with different colors

my eyelashes are blue  

I can’t kid myself into thinking

that you can see

 

I can distinguish you at the moment

peripherally inclined

marginal stares and glances

the lights are blurring between the lines

nightlights are failing

there is no breath left to rhyme

the music keeps repeating

I've got to keep the time

some fucked up Cinderella

holding the hems on her dress

hellos are unspoken

one-sided in this case

 

exactly how I remember

gazing up at him now
he cannot even make out my face

but I feel breaths catch in my chest

my fingers graze my cheeks

scraping across the bones

my teeth go to my lip

here for myself today

just wish that I could mean it

 

it’s not me you hold in your hands

it’s the whole f*****g world

I just happen to be across the room

the other side of this heliocentric universe

I am just waiting

for my next day of sky

to fall down from the ceiling

so you can blink back black eyelashes

from would be sun burnt skin

and blink for a second

rearrange your thoughts

what you shouldn’t be doing here

and how our influences negate

 

splatter painted cheeks

and eyes blind to this shade of scarlet

 

 

Author's Note

ending im not so sure on. carry on or leave as is?

Reviews

[Bill Grimes Jr.]

Always go with your instincts my talented friend......I wouldn't change a thing in this fine work......Well done indeed.....

Peace,

Bill :-)