Showing posts with label gothic poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gothic poetry. Show all posts

Monday, June 6, 2022

Friday, January 8, 2021

at the mansion

my candelabras are clandestine.

they hang from whining beams

in this derelict mansion, ready

for their close-ups, Mr. DeMille.



sometime you must visit.

we’ll waltz a bit like half-

cracked aristocrats, apres

Revolution, sans portfolio.



sagging splendor. tawdry times.

we'll alert the neighbors

about a  shotgun marriage

of sweat and perfume, the



pretensions and the practicality

of self-taught lunacy, all decked

out in tuxedos and gowns bought

at  flea markets.  RSVP, or not. 


circa 1994/2021