A Broke Window Blind To Your Wicked Plans You made me a throne that will never fit My chest you carve a swirl of diamond sin Yes, in the shadows you point right at it A monstrous dark, skeletal and so thin With mocking laugh you have solid rock hewn. A disfigured beast with bloody paws Beneath the false throne body parts are strewn Obviously torn loose by mighty claws. With that giddy fever you spit your smile Dancing as you think you are so clever Yet out here in the dark a million miles Sits a sad clown pulling broken lever. A broke window blind to your wicked plans. I sit here amongst scattered beach sands. Robert J. Lindley, (dark) Sonnet June 2nd, 1971