The Vitruvian Man Poem by Victoria Annette Bailey

The Vitruvian Man
In the centre of the room
With champagne in one hand
In the other; The Moon.
The Raven at the window
With the enigmatic grin
Yelling for proportion
Get a refund on its sin.
The Devil's in the tree house
Take 3rd Avenue off Main,
Dancing from his rhythm
Into White Lily terrain.
The Sun moves into Scorpio
November takes the stage,
The little girl is crying
Choking on undecided rage.
Subliminal stalker
Another footprint in the sky
He wants to hold his daughter
But the Porcelain storm is nigh.
Reflect in the TV set,
Collect your logic on the train,
Coffee laced with cyanide
Leaving Idaho again.