'Cathedral Chair (soft as a prayer)'

Buttercups and Daisies
drifting through
a hazy Summer room,

that contains
a deserted playground;
crying under a Winter moon

(Sand castles and toy soldiers
prepare for war,
against a filthy drug baron
who hides behind
a thousand locked doors)

Daisies and Buttercups
dying along side
a Summer moon,

that Winter witches
are laughing at;
plagued and fueled
by an induced swoon.

'Forgotten Future'

Bygone...

...They held a 'fox face'
in their hands 
and danced the dance

of Egyptian Queens

...They  wore a flimsy funeral lace
and shed 'crocodile tears'

for the years

phantom Pharaohs
haunted their dreams,
with the screams
of their still-born children




Now...


...they ride the 'Waltzer'
and read Wordsworth,
while hunting
neglected Saints
(whose Souls live
another life,
in a different skin)
within a Winter wind's gasp.