Red Lips Sink Ships

Red Lips Sink Ships

have you searched for a hidden meaning?
a method behind the sadness?
leaves still fall,
stars still shine,
water still finds the lowest low.
where’s your money? I can see your mouth is closed.

something on the surface is not like the other –
but does it really matter at all?
you’ve come with your preconceived notions,
nothing persuades a made mind.
teaching a new dog new licks; a few clicks.
the dents in my wall are not from my heels, but another’s.
freshly painted.
new sheets.

have you searched for a hidden meaning?
water still finds the lowest low.
it’s hotter at the bottom.
convinced?

M.

Poetry

Mandy Joy Poole View All →

Writer and photographer from remote Labrador, Canada. Just another cold Labradorian chillin' in the Big Land. Can most likely be found walking my dog Grace or behind an iMac screen slowly taking over the interwebs.

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