.
I feel myself drowning in metal
and plastic
The metal that is insignificant
in your eyes
are the keystone to my pyramids
I want to remould the plates
but they just end up filling the room with fumes
I don't think I can find my way out
Red Orange White
Metal is the only light source left
.
And sometimes I dream of playgrounds puddles paddlepops
But they get demolished mopped and melt
.
Walking wilfully into red lights
is counter-intuitive
but it's so easy
red is like christmas
when the commotion is generated by your family
the little boys fight over turkey
you can think of it as such
red is like valentines
when the ethanol comes in the form of sweet whites and champagne
drunkeness is welcome vulnerability
you can think of it as such
you can ease your way through the night
if you're willing to close your eyes
dream of soft blankets and lavender
someone is drawing a bath
for you
the warmth hits your face
you can lie to yourself that
you enjoy this
that you're not sitting in the cold
with too little clothes on
leaving lipstick stains on white cigarette buds
the red transfers to become too bold too bawdy
but you can lie to yourself that's not the colour on your lips
the rouge you found was much more elegant
when you put it on at 8pm
in the glass shard you call a mirror
you can lie to yourself
the little red pills you take every month
are candy
you can lie to yourself
the red hand print can be covered with some
drug store concealer
it's so easy
you can lie to yourself
and slowly let red
festive joyous red
take over
