Saturday Journey

 

 

 

 

I sip a shattered memory,

 

Wink an overcooked façade,

 

And speak neon cartoon bubble lies

 

To the junk-eyed queen of the moon.

 

 

 

Lavender lips squirm bony masks,

 

And life is just conceptual noise.

 

Flicker-flattery feeds the beast

 

But the appetite endures.

 

 

 

The band bleeds misty dope-sick rays,

 

A stain-glass misfit reads cool disaster,

 

I waltz a cosmos of smoke and blur

 

With the junk-eyed queen of the moon.

 

 

 

Groove and dip the mystic flame.

 

Frigid sweat rolls goose-bump shores.

 

Pry the lid from the sleepy box,

 

And let the cadaver breathe.

 

 

 

Needle-numb and bottle-warm,

 

She cloaks my pale dysfunction well.

 

I find distressful comfort’s berth

 

With the junk-eyed queen of the moon.

Reviews

[Joshua Carl Cruz]

175 views not one stinking review. ok and i could see why. its hard to rock out and put it all into poetry everyone can understand. not saying i did. theres some s**t here i was like hm, ok, but it felt a little Led Zepplin to me.