the first one is me screwing around with the idea that cliches are unacceptable along with my love of music lyrics and the second one was gatsby inspired.
night holiday
the bright side of the sun
isn't just another tile
in the floor:
you can judge this record
by it's cover
if you've eclipsed the maroon.
complex isn't
as complex doesn't-
you're uncomfortably
aware.
here you are,
i wish you'd leave,
it's all apples and oranges
'til then.
Walk like heaven
but don't forget
Them and Us
curtaining
in the fish bowl.
Red wine lips grooved
to the trumpet,
her Charleston shoes shimmering
into oblivion.
Just a beautiful little fool
with daisies in her eyes.
Intimacy colored
the swirling midnight,
sapphire black and diamond lily.
Minty smoke whiskied her ear,
"Listen. . ."
The hollowed enchantment
floated outside,
haunting the lonely wanderer.
xx
Hill
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