Scribblings for Alice

My sunset stranger,
This might be a devil's circus!
A butterfly in your brain &
a night without a purpose.

You are awakened for daydreaming
Deep in the midnight
when a hungry eagle is encircling you

Ahoy Sailor!
You're next!
To dream, then die
and dream again..

Get your quota of laughs
from the shop around the corner
wave around the madman inside you

A madman inside you
doubting her sobriety
correcting propriety
dissing at society
and clinching her feasts
for a penniful of chastity....

So senora,
while on a deathbed
don't look sideways
You have white lilies on your left
& on your right
you have emptiness!