Your presence glistened, like the scales of a snake that slivers on hot black cement... I take account of your odd posture. Intrigued, as I tally up the courage to make my approach! What vernal like buds we are! Just waiting to be whisked away!
Bring me to the land of Vaudeville! Where furnished faces masquerade and mascara dew lines the under eye... Take me to the hamlet! Where the dry forsaken thirst... Announce the impending! For the famished who've found their rape...
This is his show, play, and or tragedy... This is his stage, thee victim being the pantomimist
ApollosWrinkles Poetry (2)