Jaded Love in January
©January 2000 by Jamie Rose

I fall into your arms like a ghost at the clock's stroke
Life's teased me into pieces
Life's hooked me like a spoke...
Run my course, take by force, plunging on...
All the effect of a rocking horse...
An everyday peel till I seal my end,
Love...love is blood my friends...

An endless white feather nightmare
A snowstorm of angel wings
Poppy fields of broken things...
A place to fall, a place to stand
Love in suspension in a teacup
There's love on my lips…blood on my hands...

Kneel at the stream my goldenchild,
The world has taken a moment to sleep...
You know this world my goldenchildren,
You go up in smoke at the clock's stroke,
The baptism has dragged you too deep...
But it's so warm, it won't do you harm,
There's love in the rocks on the bottom of this creek...

I fade against the landscape behind the window pane,
I border on nonexistence as I reach out to touch you,
I pass through, shuddering,
Me a morbid flame...
There you are with that cast over your retina,
I pass before you like a washed-out scene,
The girl you can adore but never explain...

I love, lop-sided, half-blind, inconsistent...
Oh love, is love in vain...?