Midnight dreams of Arsenic
& somewhere a lone trumpet calling

when you shut the door
on us somewhere a star fell down & cried

& a fox stumbled gently
into the undergrowth

I gambled
away the last Angel I had

for tall tales, breaths of fresh air
& torn stacks of juvenilia

an old broken doll
they called by my name

& some said I was
in between syringes

whilst somewhere
a jazz band played

in a city of freedom
I once called my own

I stopped and stood still,
let the sights and sounds
of nature
wash over me
like a gentle breeze,
revitalising.
The circus continued around me,
a hive of frenzied activity.
People listening to each other
without hearing
Looking at each other
without seeing.
Rushing towards something
but what?
For there is only one
inevitable finishing line
for all of us
so why hurry?
Stop for a minute
and breathe