My Throne
Missed Connections in City of San Francisco
My Throne
I stand alone upon my throne
No more you, no more home
the world i built in my dreams
melt away like Icarus’ wings
one last attempt to not awake
words spilled out a big mistake
I took the gun the hate, shun
once I had some now i have none
goodbye my love my mate my all
i need not worry to ever fall
as i did for thee, my most beautiful secret garden
One Year Ago: Lovelorn Poet in Anchorage: Disappointing. Fiona Knows.
Her Two Cents from the Missed Connections Chief Bottle-Finder:
Following our morning message from Athens, GA here’s another missed connection about dreams, although in this case it appears the waking-world has crashed down around our poet in a most heartbreaking way. Beautiful secret gardens almost always have something lurking in their dim and shady recesses, it’s simply a matter of determining how sinister those secrets are before calling it home.
