A Demon In My View

Having my own Georgetown street; while walking within it's sunrise's Shade somewhat quiet today this Memorial weekend: a slight cool breeze Wisking us away as passing Victorian's once upon a time's houses and etched Deeply amid his concrete the year nineteen sixty-eight: her time of change Attica where There seems no escape sipping upon another glass this dust wispering whirlwinds ? Ushering in life's truth it's image these bars vertical; walls their shadows she screams: crude Hewn caves love's sepulchres; cultured stones chimes the childrens mirrors marble, roses; sleep.... Take rest from such taunting breath these drops as red his sliver sheds: peering eyes her blades reprise.