Death of Juliet

i have faith in
you, the runners of
the pack.

you slipped in, eyes ashunder.
so many walked by, homeless thoughts
not fed.

tonight, it, blossomed.
it restored old world care;
the reasons of sky, why I cry
at the death of juliet- so wronged.

tonight, on, the boards of culver city,
a miracle of sorts; i grew strong,
mother said, I knew the P's & Q's;
and I ran,

I let the angels take me.
and I believed again.