Ships , Sailors and Hepburn Tears

I can tell by your eyes that you've probably been crying forever, 
And the stars in the sky don't mean nothing to you, they're a mirror 
Rain falls as Hepburn tears 
Sodden lashes hanging as rope 
Threads of bamboo curtain 
O’er eye liner flood barriers. 

Holly, petrified, never left the cab 
Tiffany’s razed to ground 
By hearts of demolition. 

Bourbon broke Paul Varjak 
Breathe blared to go lightly, drift 
Into the pavement steam where rain had died - 
Paralysed in walk, boulevards bending in, entering 
Manhattan whore house, at mercy of 
Tattooed muscular Madam, showed 
Him to room where Holly lay 
Legs up and apart at the seams. 

Lipstick traces in every hallway you visit 
Writing poetry on skin of each mirror, leaving 
Jeweller’s rouge, gutter spit, swinging 
Hinges which open & close at will, scaling 
Cracks of your flesh you reach attic retreat 
More mirrors. Shattered. Splintered. 

By burden of crown of thorns: 
Difference between iron nails 
                             And stigmata 
Interpretation of ash digging into palms. 

Cohen’s Suzanne sniffs dirty coke 
Off shards, wrapped in words of hellish choir 
Plath & Sexton on karaoke. 

Let us swap bodies for a while 
Tilt the reflection to enshrine 
A taking of a separate mind - 
You will view all which consumes me. 

If I stand all alone, will the shadow hide the colour of my heart; 
Blue for the tears, black for the night's fears If I stay here just a little bit longer 
Ultramarine azure cobalt, brutal 
To fifty shades of black & white 
Skies are a deceiver - 
O Guide Me Thou 
Great word cleaver - 
Stitch polaroid to the earth 
Silhouette of all that has been be told. 

Close your eyes and count to when: 
Pebbles rolling down a stream 
Those able to glide, slide 
towards anointed shores. 

Girl with webbed feet: 
Requires depths to cleanse 
Erotica as expressive lens 
Turning insides outside. 

Ballads only serve as dum-dum bullet 
So, sing a sea shanty for me 
A growl for my rough hands 
To journey from mouth to breast 
Shred, with claws, prettiest dress. 

From Liverpool docks I bid adieu 
Wind set fair, sails unfurled 
Twisted anchor on ocean floor 
Outward bound of no return 
Them Judies - Those fucking Judies* 
Fishnet stockings, fetid cunts 
Jut over harbour walls. 

There are three billion stars 
Wither two glass roses - for astraea to deliver 
One rogue celestial citizen 
Bringing forth, finally, fatally 
Hands to hands on a softly-quilted quay 
Where no-one would dare ask our names. 

Eight seconds to register Sun explosion 
No time to get drunk, assassinate, read a haiku 
But with my breath trailing yours 
Your arms wrapped around my neck 
The fall into white heat 
The fall into furnace whence we came.