Sit backwards, and fold your smile just so, just so, so
that we can all grin with coy decoy like
arrogance at the man across the table in
Versace suit sipping inappropriately on his
burnt red wine, with swollen pouted lips so disgusting.

Let the money drip from the corners, the dark smeared, and
stuttering ordinary. But find it first. The money and the ordinary.

Linen table cloths, crystals clank. Medium to well,
Labelled with crispness and well defined lined, shined
Perfectly timed.

I don’t belong to you, just because, you are who you are.
Stand on one hand, belittle the little from your perch. Jerk.
Comfortable?
No. Would you like some help?
No.

Jewel Black Thelonious Monk'd - 12 years, 8 months, 7 days ago

Fanatical sabbatical
away from ticking time, no longer sublime.
I know it should, but it doesn’t feel good.
Hallucination. Fraying skin like smouldering
paper, disappearing, like
cotton in night time’s most visited
brothel.

Difficulty telling the difference between
Grief and guilt,
Lull and wilt,
Chill and thrill, sleep and dream, so...
We just sway standing. Pray in a corner. Laugh looking
down.
I would say, save me,

But.

Jewel Black Thelonious Monk'd - 12 years, 8 months, 7 days ago

If you called me a liar,
I would have to agree.
If you called me a beggar, I would
Have to say please.
If you insisted on the truth
I would have to walk away. If you
asked me for more,
Id need another day.

I can’t hold your hands, or soothe your
aching grief. I offer no solace, no comfort, no relief.

I never have.

Jewel Black Thelonious Monk'd - 12 years, 8 months, 7 days ago

Look the other way
when the mice come out to play,
and the cat will barely but chase us.
With skin so pale
and a smile so frail,
we forget how hard it is to face us.

Her limp body in your hands
as you try your best to stand,
But you can’t and the walls know why
So you lower your head
and beg instead
For your only love not to die.

The floors are cold
and the music is old,
And the air still tastes of rust
He lay her down
Without making a sound
Her heart belonged in the dust.

Jewel Black Thelonious Monk'd - 12 years, 8 months, 7 days ago

Women are beautiful creatures. Most of them. The ones that dont destroy themselves.
Jewel Black Thelonious Monk'd - 12 years, 8 months, 17 days ago