My madness with green

my madness with green

and blue

and every other color in between

flashing in those eyes

sparkling like many colored diamonds

grows and grows and grows

and I love to write poetry

in their praise

and soak my beat up soul

in the gaze of those swept up eyelashes

imagining them is the antithesis 

of the plumes of ash

rising from the factory shed

near my colony:

a colony as beat up as me

hungry

emaciated

drunk

unsure if cancer will kill

or rioting 

but I'll stick to my Utopia 

for now

drinking slowly from the rum of her eyes

and drifting 

drunk

happy

numb

hell is when I'm sober

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

An excellent piece of poetry. If that's what a pair of eyes can do to you, long may you have your Utopia. Really enjoyed your poetic expression here and the use of internal rhyme. Well done.

Chris

[Oliver Silvermane]

Much obliged Chris. Much obliged.