Burninshed crystal.

Another one of your 

Haunches shilling burnished crystal 

in midst of the media darlings dark nest

startling nose caught the scent 

Of declining runways 

I would rather fake idea’s of love

Than get tarred in pillow 

Fighting over loose feathers.

.

Understand If you hadn’t made 

a perfumed Mess out of capturing 

Seaweed cells on hearted plates 

.
We wouldn’t  be watching you Sliding 

through bars of fire and cane

The Movements of those giving their names

to street corners in a hundred degrees.

.

It’s offerings too gentry bodiced 

With draped legs a concubine of charms

Kitty got a gum ball machine

Freshly shaved everyday through 

Eighths of suppressed bathing weather.