City of Legends

"a flash of night that splits the light, licking the ticking until silence reigns as violence in my veins"

"boxed toxic.  let the qat out of the bag and the arc will sag, haggard and hammered like a young woman beaten down by her collusion with the enemies of her sanity and freedom"

"gossamer filaments/a lightbulb shaped like a spider/I danced mating with, once,/when the dunce’s hat was something to fear/to sear into flesh already branded/too many times to decipher the cybrous fibers/injected invectives played with, layed with/like a manipulation of a dream/a dry dram of powder replacing oils thought essential/but proven no more than shadows/on a tongue stung by the dung dug and drug/into the sky to play constellations with memory."

Hold it, that last one is more than a fragment, let’s try this one write/right.

gossamer filament
a lightbulb shaped like a spider
I danced mating with, once,
when the dunce’s hat was something to fear,
to sear into flesh already branded
too many times to decipher the cybrous fibers
injected invectives played with, layed with
like a manipulation of a dream
a dry dram of powder replacing oils thought essential
but proven no more than shadows
on a tongue stung by the dung dug and drug
into the sky to play constellation with memory

William F. DeVault.  all rights reserved.

It will do, for now.  Four muses in one poem.  Kinky.  I will think of a title later.

Gnight.