Sunday, August 28, 2011

strange dance

i like to flirt with insanity
the undertow of
ancient china

cast into the vortex
of make believe

an unmade bed
lovers entangled
embalmed in dreams

a bathtub and a silver spoon
neglectfully running the tap
till everything is cold

come here in secret
i am a doctor in truth
for which the cure can never be found

but moments can be stashed away
in these velvet pockets

what is the time?

an hour is stolen from the clock
and replaced
on a different face

two strangers
met at stage door
now they enter stage right

and find each
has betrayed the other