Pink Cloud Ray
Thicker rays of summer sun
Just poked through the clouds
And licked upon at my face
Like I was somehow painstakingly
applying a fresh coat of lipstick
In a subtle shade of fleshy pink
And as I began to drink it all in
Soon enough the rain set in
Drowning out my former smile
And it took me further and further away
Until I myself eventually realized
I so too had left with it as well
And I was now soaked wet through
But yet still never knew
That though my makeup was smudged
And running down my face
So I looked out of place
As much as I now felt inside
Knowing I had and there was no
Where left on earth
Or outside the confinement of my head to hide
Or make-up left
To cover all my pretence up
The game was well and truly up
All the very last of the mythological sirens
Had finally given up and abandoned ship
And I am merely watching this an old
Repeat news clip on repeat
Whilst sleeping rough outside an
electronic store
As and for the sole purpose of
Keeping and providing me some
Or other form of partial company
Huddled up inside it's doorway
Until early morning dawn breaks
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2023
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