I Don’t Love You No More (Lie)

There’s a poppy laced rope trick that ties

us together; time to talk about heartbeats

missing beats, and a thumping back beat

of dancefloor cerebral twists

and turns and 5ml super novas

bubbling up to dissolve all sounds

until a sludge crimson trickle begins to flow 

into the clear silence, a vacuum like silence,

whilst I held you in my arms

in an endless, joyless, crusade 

to replicate our first kiss

(again and again and again) 

turning my world upside

   

down. 

For down is a word with many meanings,

a small innocent word left behind

in a makeshift filter

with a brown scum residue of false dreaming.

My mind’s eye is full of poetic clichés

of high flying burning kites

magnetising kamikaze moths 

(yes, I’ll miss you) 

but we’ve said our lying good-byes.

©2007  P.A.Levy

First published by  Cause and Effect  2008 #12