I was best dressed, and so chivalrous
In ribbon red
With a plated gold breast
Spread firm
Across a chest of lead:
Hard and dense
Green glass shards from champagne bottles
Poked jagged holes in bags of ruby red
Like emeralds piercing the sky-line
And letting loose the mighty sun-set horizon strip
As if that dusty rust red space was unending
And that wound would never clot
Like a waterfall into darkness
Follow the moon in its crescent descent
After the climax of its ascension in the early hours
You could watch the blackness give its way
To yellow: to bronze: to the shine of tomorrow
But the sorrow of the night before keeps me grounded
I like fairy tales, and noble knights
And damsels damned until I came along
But I’m no better than anyone
In this world of idolizing flaws
And forgone reason, an acceptable treason
Ignorance is a gemmed shawl over something ugly
Can you blame humanity for its shallow intentions?
Isn’t beauty more to us than pretty stones and petticoats?
White coats, blue coats, striped coats
And the cold
And all of this seems so distant to every one of you
You readers, hardened needy strangers
But this is me, no make-up, and no special lighting
I’m no hero, and I’m far from beautiful
I can’t tell you what time it is
But I’m fairly certain that some time ago
The sun rose or set without me
I envy those stellar figures
Quiet heroes
Overused and under appreciated
Timeless in their magnificence
But tell me
When was the last time you looked up? |
Submission Name: Early Ramblings of a Madman
