MARCH WINDS
so, got away with murder,
and now thinking
as a professional would think,
looking around for
next intended victim.
and dregs of dreams,
and those insidious
nightmares becoming,
oh so seriously real.
with string tied firmly
around there out of four
fingers; not remembering
what any of those strings
represent, as confusion
screws up brain cells.
and policeman said:
look under that rock.
and under that rock:
a cold bill of health.
cold and, oh, so lonely.
and policeman said:
leave that rock alone
and policeman promptly
went home, all alone.
summer escapes so quickly:
so suddenly gone.
turn a corner and
have comes fall,
closely followed by winter.
agony for some
and joy for others.
strikingly beautiful
and it is this beauty
strikes down innocents
creates madness
where sanity once stood
standing strong
now weak beyond measures
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