the absinthe drinker. viktor oliva.
some days
i just
fall
down
the stairs
and i
just
keep fall
ing through
smoke
and mirrors
i travel through
this
funhouse
and past
the golden gates
to the other side
of reality
where she waits
for me
my green fairy
she dance for me
my green fairy
crazy ballet of fire
on her glass stage of desire
she dance for me
her wings in proud display
naked and raw and hard on the throat
she walks across
the good and the evil
of my spectral shoulders
and this she says to me:
“calm your head
your days will collide
if you do not.
close your eyes
feel me running up and down
your spine
this waltz
in waltz three quarter time
taste my heat upon your lips
feel me burning on your breath
sugar cubes and billowed smoke
white lighters and youthful death
open your heart
let me in
the ceremony
is about to begin.”
and i listen to her
my green fairy
my blue delusion
my red midnight
my black confusion
she dance for me
in sacred gardens of the mind
waltzing in three quarter time
she moves the moon along the sky
visions of toxic absinthe why
channels of unrequited love
dirty water, holy dove
she dance for me
she lie with me
and every night
she die for me
COPYRIGHT BRICE MAIURRO 2013
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