Black Moon

The devil is

      out and about

      he’s

      out and about

He’s slick and

he’s imitating the

contours of shades

that bumps that bump

in the night

with a certain litheness

and lethal uncertainty

Gathering the desire

to deflower lips

meant only for sensual kisses

I dance under the orchestrated

raindrops on

the side roads of lifetimes

I undulate to the

unheard rhyme and rhythm

moving with absent thoughts

while alluring the eyes

      No matter that

      both

      men and women

      wanted a taste

I grinded the night away

      into the pixie powder

I snort, forging

picket sign thoughts

Eventually, though

An empress with armies of amorrrrrr (!)

strolled into control

      now, here, nowhere, never

All I want to do

is dance for you

to this surreal shrill-

                        ing   

      sound--

A moaning of the drum

      and

            the bass