The Second Fiddle

The second fiddle in a dreamy triplet,

Churns out a melancholy strain,

But alas! A chivalrous baritone,

Drowns the serenading refrain!

The Crystal Ball

I wander aimlessly along the streets,

Where dwelt a long lost memory,

Like a dusty crystal ball that,

Rolled away never to be seen,

Beneath each piece of furniture,

I grab at each strand of hair and web,

In futile attempts to regain the past,

I slash my arm just to feel it throb.