Curtains forcing their will
against the wind,
children sleep,
exchanging dreams with
seraphim. The city

Funky blues
Keen toed shoes
High water pants
Saddy night dance
Red soda water

There is no warning rattle at the
nor heavy feet to stomp the foyer
Safe in the dark prison, I know t
light slides over
the fingered work of a toothless

Tears
The crystal rags
Viscous tatters
Of a worn-through soul
Moans

We wear the mask that grins and li
It shades our cheeks and hides our
This debt we pay to human guile
With torn and bleeding hearts…
We smile and mouth the myriad subt

When love is a shimmering curtain
Before a door of chance
That leads to a world in question
Wherein the macabrous dance
Of bones that rattle in silence

Some clichty folks
don’t know the facts,
posin’ and preenin’
and puttin’ on acts,
stretchin’ their backs.

A last love,
proper in conclusion,
should snip the wings
forbidding further flight.
But I, now,

We die,
Welcoming Bluebeards to our darke
Stranglers to our outstretched nec
Stranglers, who neither care nor
care to know that

They went home and told their wive
that never once in all their lives
had they known a girl like me,
But... They went home.
They said my house was licking cle