Tracing diamonds

Sharp edges as glass cracks
and eyes looking back through the prisms of jigsaw shards
where clowns laugh through the madness of tormented lips

Lulu sips her champagne
she’s seen it all and it’s all the same

broken and reset only to get broken
but now she’s smoking’

crystal cuts through paper trails
and sails into the night
watched until she’s out of sight
and then forgotten

Rock me with that uppercut
to get stoned upon a kiss
and your magic is the poison
I will miss.

It’s all a game of Cluedo,
we have to find who’s done
the deed
and we die before we lead the
next parade.

© 2018, John Smallshaw.