- Non-Erotic Poetry
- at 'The Zombie Ball'
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It's through the black, black garden beds
lined with Kahla lilies, California poppies,
blood-bright roses and sentinel thorns
up the creaky steps of
The Grand TajMal
where chivalric if twisted misfits
brood
in melancholic thralls,
follow fashion,
claw at first fire
beyond guarded walls,
or, more experienced,
take the consolations of insanity...
At the piano:
a dapper, hypo-manic wolf
refines his symphonic spears,
as theatric mad-manes
lurch, spin and sway to the chords...
and vampires press Staunton pieces
into cold marble boards
The vixens are lovely:
the Mohitos are mint,
and some linger on
after everyone's went
- COMMENTS
Trixareforkidsover 9 years agoI had two overlapping pictures in my head. One of actual monsters, and the jagged flipping back and forth of the picture to the jaded people under the monster facades.
Grim and grey. Nice work.
