I whisper to you A story of today Blond girls Black wings A whisper of red This is a park Our park A place for forgotten gloves And old dogs teaching new tricks and a delight of flowers And laughter finding a new way to wonder Next to Fear is a spiral And with each coil It pulls tighter

Better to be lost in the crowd Then followed alone Or worse still Seen to be alone It whispers Hauntingly. Breathily. A wizard's oratory come to tell its tricks Do not enter It says Least you break the shackles Of good And right

A spy of red again And I wonder Am I finished Or will I see more than a splash A passing glance And I'm compelled to change Least my visage So beautifully done Freshly polished and precise Doth offend thee A scream And I wonder Do I have a purpose here At all Maybe art is purpose enough On a sunny day In a city that induces pain To give you something To make art About. A black car and I'm gone.