A Kiss of Life and Death

By Perry Jerome
© 2009, All Rights Reserved

Happiness upon sad faces
Flames lick hot, then cold replaces
Beauty you were not born to me
Although ugly I do not see

Green replaced by a sea of brown
The city’s better than this little town
Carnivals all full of light
Our children killed by a sugary blight

Life and death are always kissing
The black cat in the cradles hissing
Hello fear my closest friend
I always speak with you near the end

Love is short, and love is hard
It tears you open like a rusty shard
Flowers in bloom, cut down for sale
Brought in the diesel to replace the rail

In our tomb I lift your veil
Married now, so long, fare well
Throwing stones to kill the sinners
The more judgmental are the winners

Fear in our hearts it has been creeping
Your eyes are sad, your eyes they’re weeping
Take my hand we’ll leave this place
Please take my hand, we’ll find our grace

For in this small town

We must stay no more

Or we will find our souls dying

On New Bedlam’s cold floor

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Perry Jerome is an actual resident of New Bedlam… at least, one of the towns that New Bedlam is based on. A singer, songwriter and poet, Perry plans venture to Montréal to continue to pursue poetry more seriously. You can visit Perry at WEbook.