That One Day
Behind skyscrapers, sunset falls twilight.
Downtown briskly rain sprinkles neon signs,
Having to make haste away from bad kinds
Go to a place I've gone before this night.
A doll shoppe under the fire escapes height.
Where an ornate key in a lock I find,
Into a somber place of dolls enshrined.
The triste Jumeau, long red curls, face white.
And other faces, as well as the doll's
Death masque of Michael Jackson, then some more.
When there a small man, appeared in the halls!
To show me the scrolls of life- and mine, stored.
I left it safe, with the candle and palls.
Running thru the night air as the rain poured.