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.