She has her violent animals


Protecting her doors


All leading nowhere


Pathways into gardens


Going nowhere fast


Pretending for the prize


of everything.




She has it all at last


Evening runs with my blood


Feet slip in the mud


knees wobbling


what kind of nightmare


did I conjure.




This unnatural horror


then I fall down the hill.




Screams behind me


Screams of anger


This is a nightmare


O Sweet Adriana


Lusting for not you.




Coming through every single


door


In many shapes and sizes


O sweet Adriana


You can do anything you


Wanted.




A flock of geese around


stealthy makes no sound


Don't you


Don't you cry


in the world of make


believe?