Salome of Chapel Street
Salome of chapel Street
Is weaving her body to a chemical induced beat,
Synapses electrified, imprisoned in a psychological
Loop,
Barefooted With grubby toes she twirls in little
Circles,
Throwing her hands in the air as she tries to bridge
The divide between the land and the sky.
Busy people with busy lives take a glance and
Stroll on by.
She stops to smile at her reflection,a true friend
The only one she trusts,
She starts again just herself and the cosmos,
Rotating with arms outstretched hoping to catch
A star.
O salome what betrayal Has fallen upon your
Pink dyed hair?
And the dribbles seeping from your pouting lips?
What hope have you of slaying the dragons of the
Mind?
Hiding behind concrete curtain eyes,
And so on she goes spinning in a stupor
Beneath the wrought iron clock of the old jeweller's
Shop.
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