*

Waiting for gold to fall in your lap rather than creating

rainbows for yourself and hiding the treasure somewhere

special.



**

How many times do you need to make me think

I'm close before you blow me away again...

I still play with words and scrunched up pieces of paper

but you've never needed to, everybody watches you

as you walk past, you know that wearing black mascara

will give you anything that catches your contrasted eyes.



***

There are stars with words forged on to them like wounds,

radiant in the sky so I'll never forget what they told me.

There are only so many times that I can scratch my

fingernails grasping into the void, the blood has stained

the paper I'm writing on, staining this poem you'll never read.



****

You have holes of beauty sketched below your forehead

but only kissing mirrors lets you know what a masterpiece

has been drawn.  There’s an art gallery of infatuation

built around your fifty pence foundation

and you're happy to make awkward conversation 

with glass dolls as long as it makes you stand out.



*****

You’re listening to another song where a phone

hangs up at before the intro kicks in, and you

sing along half-asleep to the soundtrack of death.



I'm buying you drinks in the glow of neon lights

hoping you won't break my heart, and when 

the party ends I walk you home because it's

dark since the stereo stopped ringing.



******

Because even at midnight when the sun has died

and I can't see except for your sparkling eyes,

you'd still illuminate my soul.