Love is the drug I hear them say
Can I get it in a tablet or a nasal spray?
Love is the drug and it’s messing with my brain
Your detox did today but I’ll backslide again
Let me get caned in your cuddles
Do a gram of wet-eye-stares?
Or maybe try some methalove;
Warm and close but not as scary?
Love is the drug, light afterglow
My shot in the arm, your ultimate dose
My sweet narcotic of nuzzling necks
A sure-fire hit for knock-out sex
Love is the drug
Our tearing loss
Our need to do it again
From the soaring highs of love’s hot fix
Where blood rushes blindly inciting my psychosis.
We lie it’s forever. I believe it’s what hurts.
An infinite comedown and it’s aching our hearts.
Stole my life –
then broke my mind!
Caught my soul
and watched it shatter
Loaned my love for life,
First they broke me!
Then they raped me:
and swiped my money!
My friend butchers –
Stole my brightness
killed my soul.
Those dawns you dance for
where loves eye might see,
leaves nothing to cry for,
still loving you greatly
Tears drop hotly from cheeks
They run down
Dry before they reach the ground
A store of tears built up o’er weeks
Dressed in coats dragged fresh from the streets
Reveal a heart so rare
Cold golden heart mired in defeats
Through windows high in walls
Open to sky
The saddest song drifts by
On cold hearts sits the saddest song of all.
This girl caught sadly
Bleeds and crying
Drawn from lightness
It’s her light
She’ll quit tonight
In this quilt of night
Her last flight
So she goes
Good girl gladly
No one misses
Or asks where she goes
Here she sits a lady truly blue
Sweet heart lays in her lap for you
She whispers some sweet treat in time
And blurs the lines of your afternoon
Like something is wrong
In the tune in her song
Like something has left
She has sung it so long
She’s your silent Dido – carved of stone
Living in a life you dreamed was blown
As shadows stretch and rise and die
Your night lights with her white-rose tone
[revisited from Dec 2012]
When that Black thatch
with them Blue eyes
shook the old cat
out of White lies:
Swiftly all the noise
of morning broke.
And this Grey crowd
full of Red heads
caught great Pink clouds
‘cross their cold beds…
And it dawned on!
Then tears soaked each side
and washed all colours clean
bleaching each bright with pride
– shining through what they mean:
Only the Gold sun left reflections
on this gory scene.