Drowning Sorrow

Words of personality disorder whispered over my shoulder
crowns of raven curls and thorny horns on the sidelines
what am I doing here? Trying to find
a brother in arms, a lover with charms
only children as far as the eye can see.
Raven haired angel, skirted boy, poison arrow
drowning our sorrows
trying to pretend the world is not burning
down to the end, sweet cherubian devil
piercing eyes and a grin
how I would love nothing more than
to run down dark alleys with you,
pretend we are caught in a painting
some long forgotten day
Paris or Berlin,
instead of the now
with black people burning the streets
mothers crying - dead children at their feet.