Thursday, September 24, 2015

Brilliant Blue Bass

Its all-night diamonds, Champagne and cars. We hit traffic
doing fifty, inching towards Brentwood, walking like we
languish. Its cameo love, partial hugs, a room full of pain.
Such for sorrow, to puff cigars, as patient as portraits. I
maze a riddle, to pound a shot, a sphinx to speak; for
there she stands, draped in charcoal, a drop of blood. I
pass a napkin, barely seventeen, a fist full of skulls. Ours
was brief, ever a greenhorn, to speak as a sphinx. I’m
glass to shot, to decode lyric, to look up to it. We live in
secret, pyramid wrists, to whisper Illuminati. I never knew,
to purchase wealth, the last to know. So deep, for so
shallow, wide-eyed with passion. Here’s a Bentley, a billion
dollar woman, a gait to kill. I glance for length, to notice
distance, a cold sensation. We skate next door, burgundy
lights, for cocaine homes. I’m too young to hear, with a
dreamy soul, stuck on beauty. We perish to live, surfing
melancholy, pitching emeralds. I’m too far for gone, sipping
dark poison, to marvel at life.      

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