Why wasn’t I in Belfast?
And since when Cinderella
throws her shoe into a spam box?
Who left the post office closed?
And how come I feel, you jinxed
my powers when you left?
How loud the scream
of a dead sea serpent can be?
Is it spoken truth or blue dreams?
Is there a detergent for the mess?
If I ever figure out the math,
will I be back to a normal track?
© 2011 Broken Sparkles