Awakened from my summer of lucid dreams,
Lulled by the pseudo echoes of distant screams!
Another twilight of a dying year
Voices cry in perpetual fear.
The remnants of my tainted girlhood,
Evidence in the stains of my
Little Red Riding Hood.
Is big bad wolf a sexy beast?
Spank me, eat me at the very least.
In Arcadia I go quilt with feather,
With tin man and pan in latex and leather!
Scarecrows on fire in mandrake and coffee.
Man O’ War and Forget me nots in a field of poppy.
Aerobatic Monkeys migrate in formation
Switch bitch witches fly through an alien nation!
Then inexplicably fireball and appear out of nowhere,
Then vanish into the ether and reappear in glow wear?
Please don’t ask me where I’ve been,
I have assaulted your love, sight unseen.
Liken me to the thorny eyes of Christ,
The speedy skies of an insipid heist.
And the impulse of my strength,
Is the hair in my length.
That incontrollable nuisance
Of unadulterated exuberance.
Let’s just bite the bullet shall we….