Dreams, I’ve had,
and thoughts in broad day,
now,
of doors both shut and locked.
Of bridges,
burned or broken.
Vision’s through wrong-way binoculars,
cleverly cartooned.
A safe distance.
But listen…just…
The clown is talking.
Dreams, I’ve had,
and thoughts in broad day,
now,
of doors both shut and locked.
Of bridges,
burned or broken.
Vision’s through wrong-way binoculars,
cleverly cartooned.
A safe distance.
But listen…just…
The clown is talking.
One response to “God save the Queen”
Oh, yes. The clown is talking…
LikeLiked by 2 people