a spoonful of stardust memories
shoot bullets of darkened desires
flying to the call of alley wings
by the carnal corridor, lust looms.
bullish bellows dance to tunes
of stabbed feather-beds and unicorns
as shadows barge and dismantles,
mary’s little white doors
silence screams through kinder lips
a plea rolls from naive eyes,
a victim of corrupt delusions
in her bed-grave she slumbers–
time marches on,
the shadows prod on,
innocence too, shall move on.