Echoes of Roses and Guns

It’s so unimportant, the funneling of guns to my roses.
Slow danced with the most disconnected soul on this planet,
Watching steps into rhythm, coalesce death into wisdom,
Such a succulent prose, I’m nothing short of a serpent.
To color me hopeless is to color me human,
Rendered useless by the silhouette that wants to consume me,
Tragedy of existence, toy soldier battlefield pistols,
Raising battalions ’til the atmosphere blisters.
I’ve had it to here, soaking up blood, every ballad for years,
Nose bleed gush, let it mix in together with tears,
In December, remember me in your prayers,
Feelings are invalid because they have to adhere.
With current policies linear to what the mechanisms produce,
To become ugly to someone who’d move solar systems for you,
Polar influx, it’s why we drink whiskey to rhythm and blues,
Villainy’s cruel, but indecision is crueler.
Being a victim to being insufficient isn’t abuse,
Found the algorithm for bruising, most of it is self-inflicted,
Bound to hell with self-predictions,
health needs help, It’s malnutrition,
can’t help but be hopeful for sanity’s sake,
Where vanity takes a backseat to passionate fate,
If it’s real, then it’ll never be over,
Tell that to the bartender mixing my gin and my soda,
Debonair devil, gallant gentleman, savor the cobra connection.
Tuxedo to the morgue, regret your intentions,
Tailor-made bowtie, rose-colored coated inflection,
Stared into space, untie your fingers with mine under sheets,
Lower our voices, silence is the most powerful scream.
Poignant as the cotton ripples forming through comforter spread,
Where dozens of sins lie underneath ruptures of thread,
Droplets of wine cover cream satiny fiber,
Cabernet fire, carmine cobblestone twine.
Sit at the fireplace, untucked collared shirt in regression,
Of how much warmth we made over embers we directed,
We made love here before, fingerprints on the glass,
Commanded the sun as it melted the wax,
Shot arrows of love with an Aries through summer,
Under Cancer’s July, over candlelit colors.
Kiss my guns hello
and my roses goodbye.

Published by Cristian Leonardo Gajardo

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