Smoke on My Water

Smoke on My Water
Unsure hands
Broken gesture
Thankless lips
Unspoken prayer
Secretive mein
Futile clench
Scrunched up hands
Hostage heart
Caught in
No man's land.

Where would you go?
How could you stay?
when home isn't an address
It's a too real
Virtual place.

The soul vampyres
Are calling
They'll only suck your flesh
Imprisoned essence
In vital mesh.

Curl up
Die hard
Live large
Laugh loud
As you like

When life calls
Your bluff,
You go like snuff
Out on the third strike.

The sorry cards you were dealt
Lie broke back,
On the flat lining table
Baby whore of Babylon
Smile sable smooth
Sift smoke
On holy water
Like only are able.

(c) Amrita Valan 2017