Your broken eyes.

Tear 
The fabric 
Of my rent 
O Sisyphus 
Fortune 
Calls 
The meek 
Follow 
All the legions 
Burnt on your lips 
To the hollow grave 
In the halls of diss 

You gave her your devotion 
You gave me separation 
You gave him your rosebud 
And your affirmation 
Bathed your soul in wine 
Opened your fuming petals 
You gave me the washing up 
Your misery and contempt 
One thing bled the other 
beautiful friend and lover 
My world without end 
dear unhappy other 

Burn 
Your tears 
Like vanity 
Fly like a bluebird
Thou Beetle beaked
Inconsolable 
Lost soul outside macdonalds 
Looking for a stream 
Of nectar 
To bathe your broken eyes.

25/06/18