Audible colours
Wisps of euphoria
Slither through the air
And welcome her stare

And she does declare
Many moments have passed
And many words have been said
Yet her moral contradictions
Still ring in her head.

She favours the act
A crucible of painkillers
And a shot of cognac
Topped with pleasure
A Smooth sultry
Carnal endeavor

Though her mind still hovers
Between maybe and never
and her breath remains
As shallow as ever
Her boycott of bliss
Cannot last forever.

But it probably can.

A joyful solitude
Silently mingling with a chemical
Gently stroking a thought
Willfully conducting
a plague of uselessness
Spewing vague fables of significance

Violently denying the truth.
Feet glued to shitty television
and Irish booze
Clouds of smoke screening
days and days of regret.
Microscopic friends fester
in a failing memory’s wound.

You remember their smiles
Tattooed to their faces
Confirming your wit
Feeding your ego
Their proud words
Swimming in your head
You remember.

Calculated deceit
You remember that
Stealing from them
Corrupting them
Aborted strains of kindness
Your blood turning on you.

You remember that
don’t you?

An obscene scene
decorated by gasoline
burns immortal.
ignited by the visceral vapours
of gluttony.

Tangled, entangled
constrained, tight
the all-knowing iris
gleams in the moonlight.

The fires siege the prudent scalp
turning all righteous thought
into a useless pulp

a gasp, a breath
a finger, a breast
her eyes turn to marble
and her passions are laid to rest.