Bullet through the heart
two mothers pray in anguish...

Spring-time carnival
air abuzz with excitement...

Summer holidays,
skinny dipping if you dared...

Unopened presents
'neath forgotten Christmas tree...

....S.....
..P...

Varnished lies o'er wooden door
dust unsettled on sinful floor...

A dry flower falls
from pages yellowed with age...

...and, the moon was shot
in the head, yet...

Master of the sub-conscious,
enchanting parasite...

A single raindrop
disrupts calm waters...

As breathless curtains stir
to melodies of the singing tree...

From the bowels of depression
grow sepia buildings tall...