ARTWORK: Maddy Watson
Some nights we have no inhibition. Away from sterile rooms with book-lined walls The slow drumming of deadlines Breaths of scholastic agony Away from our mothers and our fathers The blanket of reason burnt Mischief in place of calm When the sun shuts her eyes When the quiet starts to shake It is time for us to go Our weekly wake
By Sisana Lazarus
Ephemeral Revelry
56.
Evening skin is beautiful. Tiny skirts, lashes and perfume Tall shoes, lipstick and jewels Livers filled with nectar Lungs tickled by vapour Screaming over music and jumping up to the ceiling Laughing in the mirror and stumbling on carpet Words slurred Blood dancing in our veins Oh, to feel this alive everyday The kingdom outside lures us onward. A palace to be together and alone Loud and sickly and warm and cosy A cure For heartache and worry No grief Only glory Faces twist and gleam We all fall in love If just for a second With strangers and with each other The world spins And we rush to mend it Then we fade away. Floating back as the hours grow To the beds in our own private taverns Heads swimming and mouths dry Dreams we won’t remember Versions of ourselves veiled before daylight Eyes shut and bodies sink And with that goes the freedom So rich and so ethereal Here for a moment And gone the next.
