?

a crown made of ivy

paper gold

on top of the world

until the

night tigers come

unforeseen

what is next?

The Promenade

Oh, the lovely promenade!
Lights dance and birds swim to time,
dresses flare and fold. Music!
Spin until your lungs give out,
until the cold in your chest,
is slightly thawed out. Romance!
Circulatory organs
grow heavy and too weary
To put up a fight. Battles!
Electric nights of endless
Electric vices and more
devices. Misconceptions!
Contrary to popular
beliefs – we are but human.
Oh, the lovely promenade.