Ist Heut Ein Platz Aus Stahl

 

Broken snow globes

coldly misplaced around a dying fireplace  

Cracks forming within realities resolve

for a second there it sounded like she said

Half mumbled truths

or was it stories of bygone days?

These well worn tracks

marked cross roads of well trodden suffering

Once one little taste

harmless partaking from Sugarman's bag of treats

Still beating heart dances

ripped out from  chest cavity

Fitting somehow

throwing caution to the wind

tied no fixed abode

Today it is a place made of steel