June 2, 2009

Mary Jane's Confusion ~


Running down the hall screaming
to the end she is crying
through the dungeon doors laughing
sashaying in festive dance
she twirls in casual trance
she is the belle of the ball

Glitter covers the dance floor
sparkles crowning her head
she sways to the rhythm
music playing cosmic waves
as she concedes to her maze
of confusion and misty haze

Traveling to the unknown
with a circus of clumsy clowns
within her shattered frail bones
she lies down on the dance floor
never to waltz - is alone
for the dawn catches her eye

in the moment she realizes -
she awakes from the illusion
dry-mouth and naked