• Rose buds bloom
    In the distance
    Like fiery eruptions
    Of abusive mouths.
    Bloody contusions
    Wrapped hastily in gauze,
    Sodium tablets chased
    By spiced rum for taste.
    The Horsemen rode tonight
    Past the river-bank's
    Reflected moonlight.
    Still smiles flirt
    Across our lips.
    One more drink won't hurt.

    So turn up the tables,
    45's at 72.
    All I ever wanted
    Was to dance with you.
    A second bottle,
    The road won't wobble,
    But the lines become discrete.
    A shadowy hint
    Of tear stained concrete;
    A crimson river
    Blocks our path.

    Pass around for one more round,
    Chaotic mind grows sound.
    Trying to outrun
    Inevitable defeat;
    The clouds mushroom behind.
    Still in this time
    Of London's call
    There is a pleasant sign,
    As together we walk,
    Abandoning hope,
    With those left in awe.
    Holding hands and drinking lots
    We skip 'neath lead parasol.