LEANING WITH STYLE

Leaning with style

Into forthright denial

To the sultry retire-

ment; imagined surmise  

Of the deeper, 

The darker, 

The caverns of stardust;

The weaker, the bleaker,

The pitch forks and creatures.

Her wits worn to feverish,

Blood sworn in secret,

The stars as the sequins 

Of what could be seen 

Or what couldn’t unsee it:

The demonic treason,

A hedonic seeking,

A blissful unease

To the christening freedom;

A call and a wail and a wonderful tale

Of the ghost of a much sharper mind.