I jump through the loops
on River Styx Street.
Sharp clicking from my tapping shoes
produce haunted echoes
to which the ****** can dance
and celebrate their
hollow chocolate existence.
The false front city surrounds me,
its victim,
patiently biding its time,
stalking,
breathing,
watching
with empty square eyes.
Unalterably, feline curiosity
will consume me,
and I will enter into
an unlocked mouth.
Until then, I jump through
candy cane hoops,
Ignorant of the concave heaven
hovering above.
-- Kerry Ann Herrmann
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 12:07 AM UTC
I jump through the loops
on River Styx Street.
Sharp clicking from my tapping shoes
produce haunted echoes
to which the ****** can dance
and celebrate their
hollow chocolate existence.
The false front city surrounds me,
its victim,
patiently biding its time,
stalking,
breathing,
watching
with empty square eyes.
Unalterably, feline curiosity
will consume me,
and I will enter into
an unlocked mouth.
Until then, I jump through
candy cane hoops,
Ignorant of the concave heaven
hovering above.
-- Kerry Ann Herrmann
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