zebrasindenver

life can be so busy as love lies so still

love has taken a vacation

and the vacation is adrift

young love so full of passion, colour, prints, and photos

now all the love shared is grey and stained with wine

where are the days in chinatown

the hours passed with cameras at the laundromat

and the waking together

to the smell of burnt coffee and yesterdays cigarettes

where has love gone

a young boy looks to the city as a light of promise and hope

as an old man looks upon a dwindling city candle of history and time

and the city lies still above the buzzing prays

of old men and hopeful youth

 another humid montréal day

reclining gently into the evening

love on the rocks

a straight shot of perfection

and a hangover of you

i was born not this luck

no hard work of my own

you miss distant

have lived to be what you are

so beautiful

and wise

and forever so perfect in these eyes

love is merely an emotion

to be screamed aloud from the balcony of hope

and bleed dry in the gutters of desperation

i shall do what i can

with the wounded soul of jesse james

and the poor heart of a lovelorn romeo

how to take the love that is anothers

how cruel i would be to allow myself this pleasure of ego

but how my ego loves a challenge

and how the other does not deserve this love

which belongs so rightfully to my ego

so rightfully mine