Blood orange champagne
Too far gone
You look at your drink
Then back at me
I'm naked now
Rope around my neck
Hangin' like Mussolini
But I couldn't be perfect
You're fed up
Enough is enough
You spill your drink
On my white kashmir sweater
I bite my lip
You throw a fit
I walk out without
A word
The moon is full
The street is icy
Slippery soles
On my shoes - tough love
The colours! This poem is rich and gorgeous and so visual! I watch it all play out and I want to rewind and watch again. Going on my favourites. (btw awesome title, it reeled me in :))
Woah poetic dramatic, very interesting to read. Has a somewhat real life yet extraordinary scene effect. Enjoyd the mention of d Kashmir sweater. Swell penned poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Troubles flow in painful tension, succinct pensive language, like many questions that may remain unanswered. Great passion and mood in this restrained piece.