St. Paul and Centre

Walking down St. Paul

passing Victorian gaping windows

and royal towers left to decompose.

Winters cavernous shadows

replaced by summer shade

I think about her smiling

though I'd lead the black parade.

Rooftop dancing and cheap liquor,

June birds know the wayward hymnal

and city to city I go skyline lusting.

Exuberant.

I've fallen on the blade,

I've sung the stainless steel serenade,

All is not fair in love and war

but occasionally worth it anyway.

"It'll just be some ghost, that sneaks out at sunset

                                    .....just to end up drunk on your doorstep." - Chris Pureka