Lemonade rains from a red tin ceiling
Dripping onto junk mail caked into piles
as sad ink runs down to rainbow rivers
Drifting softly, into many moonlight miles
And in the corner, by the frozen heater
Stand four iron men with their backs to each other
Each holds a candle, bar the four winds course
Their elements are slowly turned asunder
The artist paints the gang, play a game of poker
As their femme fatal stands in for death
Suspicious glances, duel in paranoid silence
The mascot falcon weepily draws its final breath
Now the house mouse plays the smallest violin
To a crowd of specters drawn from the blinds
With sounds so divine their beyond human ear
As Heaven sneaks through, the keyholes secret light
And all the walls whisper, schizophrenic secrets
Of the residents thoughts from the pasts and future
til dreams are lost and rooms are filled with ghosts
And I wake up knowing the check-ins coming sooner
But I can't see the door but I know where it goes
It meets us in the hallway when taste our last fear
Meeting me there at the end of the world circus
When the neon lights toll, the rooms vacancy hear
Lemonade rains from a red tin ceiling Dripping onto junk mail caked into piles as sad ink runs down to rainbow rivers nice poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Drifting Softly. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.