Apr 04, 2013 23:23
Lay, wine, down, and stay
May it keep your mind busy of laden traps
Strewn across the stage of this combative play.
Hasten to thine place before an applause for the relapse,
Head the warning of the sleeping widow,
Her message is that of affably jumbled maps and crime
Carried across her breath passing only before me the pillow.
Be then warnings, threats, or promise of blissful time
I can only find out if lay here longer, in this spinsters bed.
As the the trollies on the merry go round rise and fall
I will always have thoughts of her in my head.