Midnight Scribble -16

It’s been a long weekend,
I remember
The last time we saw light dancing
The last time midnights were fancy.

I remember
Blistering lights screwing with mirrors
A parade of nonsensical people,
And a serenade by yours truly .

I remember
An anchor;
Floating above a ship made of plywood.

I remember
7 unicorns pulling the ship starboard
A dull cityscape ruining it for the season.

I remember
Living for the high
Living for weekends
Or
Do we just through Mondays?

Midnight Scribble -04

Cigarettes turn your blood Lilac.
Would you care?
If maybe, for once,
When the smoke fades,
The face you see
Isn’t one with a smile?

What if the eyes are darker than my skin?

What if the brows are thicker than my soul?
What if the shawl drawn on my shoulders,
Tell you a story of cinder and smoke?

Would you; for once,
Colour me Red?