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