Shadows are hard!
Yep! Lamps are
wondrous.
Tragic are the attempts
at citizen police work
done by those who can't
escape their own bow-ties.
Chance has interlaced
my spotlight
into a web with your
best crying music.
If there were three doors
I'd pick the third one
only to find amongst
the manacles, Saddam.
When this happens
please wake me
by intuiting first my visions
of overwhelming
duende.
Take me home.
Silence the last
crickets, they hurt my
feelings of your
little cricket legs.
