blue and green

lifting you up’s like an anvil
rain crashing down on the anthill
the water comes in
so you pour some gin
and light all the wicks on the mantle
i hate your drinking and jargon
so leave when the sky starts to darken
the placards all sheen
bright blue and green
like scared racoon eyes in the garden

you’re mad when i don’t speak my mind
and turn on the lights when i shine
so you paint the floor
trap me by the door
hence into the earth i recline
lifting you up’s like an anvil
rain crashing down on the anthill
the water comes in
so you pour some gin
both it and the rain overspill