City Fire Sparks

A scratching at dusty glass from piano keys In a lace attic catacombs chests bathed in blue panic room stained window Hiding from the tell to show away bitter clown faces without makeup to disguise frowns from smiles Glass of Rose wine in hand Half black and white harlequim dress worn like princess Di Bitting down on fretted untuned strings Yellow taxi clock running outside in a traffic jam carpark Great expectations Dickensian clambering down unsteady unsafe ladders Floor by floor at breakneck speed scissors running in hand Final destination paused Star's City , Sparks , Fire Takes me back melancholic reminding me what it was like to be a torturous teen Dreaming of wanton love and how fragile youth is