A Broke Window Blind To Your Wicked Plans
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
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