Toxic

Toxic airs of high expectations,
skirts of dancing prima donnas
and laughs of crouching panthers,
tails askew and darts of yellow eyes readied,
smiles of buttered malice intent.

Talents in emotional balance,
false hearts of composed and silent apathy.
Champagne sits quietly
forged adoration and fictitious shambles
swim and sparkle on every surface.

Torn, slashed, spilt, discarded -
a heavy nightly occasion of dissolute hopes
the crimson that fades and ivory spoilt
giving way to solid tints and shades of disappointment blue
unsightly veneers of showing green
and the colourless that drips from every colour orb. 


~ Party Poems