Draconian
devils in a pristine shell
amenable
shills in a damning hell
predators
and parasites
vagabonds
to guttersnipes
adulators;
sycophants
prime
movers and those who can’t
Dressed
up, candor in a scarf divine
red
sails stir, cloaking past
the
silicone and fiberglass
timing’s
early, hours late,
pursing
fourth’s, contracting fate
words
sung with a torrid force
You
want a story
open
your eyes
you
want drama
fight;
survive
you
want a hero
that
I can’t provide
Mosaics
and masquerades
promenades
and palisades
chardonnay
smiles and bourgeois tears
contemptible
intentions reflecting fear
nesting
cretin’s scar the pleat
(dilettantes
(poor Faberge)) eggless and incomplete
Dressed
down, guile to spine, slick corset veiling lines
black-toed,
shin to heel, flaming skirt, striking fast
high
slit thigh, low draped neck, a fire-flash
breaking
down, broken in,
the
radio’s deafening, silent din
and
we begin again
You
want a story
open
your eyes
you
want drama
fight;
survive
you
want a hero
that
I can’t provide
no,
that is something
only
you can breathe,
that
is, if in yourself,
you
choose to believe
