The Lion Drinks

by Tom

Monday 10th June 2013 2:35 pm (first posted Monday 27th May 2013 12:19 am)

I've been blank paper

at the water's edge

waiting for the love letters to be written

to be written over me

 

I've been the moronic vaccuum

on the dance floor

slipping over in my spilling smiles

spilling all over me

 

When the devil drinks

I drink

when the lion drinks

this town sinks

 

I've been trying to get off

this carrousel that turns within

bringing me back, always to this;

more glasses to be half-emptied

 

I've been pushing away

the printed plans I don't remember making

I refuse to wash myself out

in that tidal wave of softenings

 

When the devil drinks

I'm drunk

my world is sunk again

and now it's nightly

 

I'm torching the map

I've been following into oblivion

keeping me tethered

to this sinking city

 

The lion drinks

the lion drinks, no more...

 

(Dec, 2012)