Martin Anski

Scarlet roses have come into bloom.
Return my dear, be in my arms soon.
Return and kiss me like in those distant days,
Remind me of roses; beautiful always

This time round, the prize –
Is a blonde that caught my eye.

A crowd gathers around a fallen husk,
Veins of blue cease their flow, eyes absent.

The dress is right, for tonight must be different,
A whole new chapter, not just a turn of a page.

If I leave without saying a good bye,
Do not think it’s because I didn’t care.
I thank you for all you’ve done— Now I’ll try…
To save, or at least delay, your despair.

An insight into the peripheral thoughts of a cafe obverser.

She calls me out of the blue,
Just as I was better,
Becoming somewhat stable.
So what does she intend?
I thought my hand was played—
New cards lie face down on the table.