Slivers Of Steven

The following is an original poem by G. Laidlaw. © Copyright by the author. All rights reserved. Used with permission.

Slivers of Steven

When streetlights urge the lunar moth

to wish upon a star

You smash against your eyelids

Like a hornet in a jar

Ambulance screaming muted

Racing to the scene

Of a five dragon pile-up

In a young child's dream

You sweat the blood of sinners

And babies underfed

Where Madonna's "like a Virgin"

Burned a hole through your head

The lights are on but no one's home

God pushed you down the stairs

You're empty faced and glassy-eyed

Gasping still for air

Abandoned like a family secret

No one wants to claim

Time and freedom slipped away

Pain and scars remain

Like dewdrops on a spider web

The drool on your chin

Reflects a ray of golden light

Into shadows deep within

Darkest corners of your mind

Dragons yet run wild

Burning monarch butterflies

To enslave your inner child

You will never leave the garden

To kneel at Heaven's gate

To live and die a thousand times

Each day remains your fate

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