No candles, cakes and birthdays,
No time to wish for, I forgot
To rush against the stooping midnight,
And close my eyes and agonize in wants.
It slipped by suddenly, blinking, winking
Grimace of movies and pigeonholes,
I took a dip into the snowy fat winter day
And emerged on the other side, freshly painted,
With sunshine dripping through my toes.
My eyes turned blue, and melancholy
Grew the streets, with stars and moon upon them,
Tossing frivolities of innocence
Between their debonair legs.
Sobriety changed colors - in the twist
Of pearly white madness, addiction
Changed places with an old lady in violet
And moth eaten furs.
I took leave from the edge of the world,
So hard to keep focused, took release
From the suppressing cleanliness of sheets,
I slipped between the boastful mirrors,
In ice and anguish of the ages.