the summer lords have come to town
and i pound my grind through the
polished old town
an ancient abolishionist
showing off the ego
like an exhibitionist

i remember it all
breaking up
turning it around
tossing cards
when bored
see what numbers
come round

i remember her
with violet eyes
the dreamgirl
sent to save me
but she couldnt
cause i was maybe

too far on the jagged
ledge
and like a toxin
my heart was ragged
running knockin'

Section One
Victoria is Queen in London Town.
The Empress rules it all with velvet hands.
‘Tis eighteen eighty eight, the city’s brown
with coal and cholera that vex the land.
But down on Fleet Street starts a tale of woe.
Her Highness will learn nothing ‘til too late.
For Secretary Fitzroy’s caught a blow
delivered of a monster’s razor hate.

I dream to be
a tiny drop in the Sea,
only then would I
fathom the depths of its emotions,
feel its turmoil
pulsating in tides,
as they ebb and flow
in relentless toil.

Yes, I crave to be
that tiny drop in the sea,
swirling in the salts
a million rivers bleed,
seeking salvation
beneath the awning
of celestial skies, cleansing
in His divine light.

Magic

Softer than a morning breeze
her lips caress my cheek
the scent of her so full and near
leaves me warm and weak

silken hair like summer rain
cascades around her face
eyes bluer than a bright lagoon
yet deep as distant space