Ariana.
London…
under the sun hot Glass Dome
next to large Spindala Palms
I sit with Earl Grey Tea,
and thin cucumber sandwiches
laid out on a doilie
as the wings of a dead angel.
You glide through the door
like an ocean liner
with squeaky clean shoes.
As you were gorging cake.
I thought of overfed pet rabbits,
that hardly move…but twitch.
.
It’s the you you you all the way.
How lucky you are you remind me.
Money.Mustangs.Villas.
Women at the bidding of your golden gifts.
Shady deals in sunny places…
Then it’s your trials your woes.
Your invested fortune and your fears.
The damaged yacht in Nice.
I am rendered senseless
by the Glass Ceiling…the heat
and the Spindala Palms.
Blinded by your watch of jewels.
Winged reptiles fly before my eyes
then fall like broken parachutes
and disappear.
…..in this random Game of Chance…
2018 Nov. Kristine Byrne