Drinking Dire Straits

Random colours sparkling about
missing kisses of love, not thirst
pouring through like heavy hard rain
a fresh of bursting happiness.

so is it their souls we throw away
or is it something we digest
let me not be the bearer of that answer

so let my lost, dark unborn hidden son shine till eternity,
my hakkasan residency is my living
let them mock about, rise with me.