My non de plume
Is in the waiting room
For something supernatural to happen
My tongue is tied
The messenger lied
And the crew have all turned on the captain
Shadows fall in the hall of truth
Darkness crawls through the streets
A Goddess, a crone and a troubled youth
Throw the game in the name of Keats
Two ships collide in the harbor
Two sailors wash up on the beach
In the rain swept remains of the arbor
The jailor plagiarizes the speech
The Queen of Hearts
Of a thousand parts
Is having tea with the sympathetic Chaplain
My roses died
The caretaker cried
The words hurt and the mouse traps trap them
Moonlight calls to the walls and roof
Sadness, the lonely heart beats
A stranger, a stone and the burden of proof
Are tangled all up in the sheets.
