The jukebox plays, poodle skirts spin
The dogs barked all night
A feeling of insecurity, of abandonment
Enveloped in a whirl of thick space
I breathed and blew until I could no more
And died
A withering smile as the autumn breeze froze my heart
Not wanting this night to end
I have come to the last leg of my journey
I wonder – is this it?
Rolling around my imagination
With abstract ideas of purity
Like virgin snows on the knoll
Untouched by the choking, bloody hands of some culture.