Curfew

The littered carcasses of aluminum cans

And nubile breasts

Padlocked behind wanton's door

So inviting to just come in

To drink of the fountain

Of poisoned lips and letters

Weary and wandering

Upon lost alleys

And cold wet cement

The truth lies dormant on the tiles

Of wet delusions and forgotten promises.

Snatch them before they are gone

Their merry way

A deluded trellis

How to reach a fools heart

Of whispered promises

And rough calluses

The innocence

Lighting their irises

In frivolity and splendor

This time the clock struck one

Rescued by the blink of the sirens.

Next fate might not shine the fair morn card

All is not lost

That which remains shall stand pure.

The embers of the fire will not snuff.

Or the bellowing waves overcome

Never shall she never give up

On the wings of a skirmished prayer

Smolten, lost, quivering, weary

But taken not by the storm

Of dance

Perchance the lullaby rings on...