lover's late,
might be fate,olive oil hair.
you're the one, you're the son,
you're the promised heir.somewhere, you recall a boy,
drank the finest tea.
now you're alone with desert sun, dying dynasty.
now you stink like Marlboro and last night's maleficence.
disappeared, like always, dear,
but you had your reasons.
drunk on floors, near strangers' doors, life's the strangest force
thus far,
you recall
your father's car
sitting in the driveway.
my way, your way, highway.
is this new love, or 'nother hell,
tell me/ kiss me/ let me dwell
on what makes your tongue
taste like sulphur.
one of us just might be drunk,
one of us in love.
your jacket makes you kind of punk,
and the way you dove
into the sea at five am.
you're the one i see again, when i close my eyes.
truth or lies, you're dirt inside,
with carnations on your lips and around your hips.
you're the sweetest thing since dips
of maple syrup.
bitter boy with butter brain,
you're a certain kind of pain
that destroys from tip of toes to the top of head.
of course,
you won't hear from me,
the wind,
hardly hears the ship whose course
it has set to hell.
because
i do love you, let me dwell
on how your tongue
leaves trace of sulphur in my lung,
the one that still recalls the day
your cheating lips called me away,
said i could stay between the bottle and your throat.
you said i smelled like
gold and
carnations looked like
carnations felt like
carnations,
reincarnation
of your childhood dreams,
but i'm all dried out.
leaves and stems crumble to bits,
and you're drinking at the ritz,
back to being the renowned
heir
of the dying dynasty.
i say,
wear
your golden power while you can, boy,
and i'll stay here, on foreign
land. troy,
golden city sinking slowly in the golden sand,
it's a pity you could show me something he
can't.
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Poetrywhat the gas pipe gave was everything it had left after the car stopped running. mostly black smoke. some gasoline tears to evaporate from the ground. a faint smell of regret.