If only my every poem jot-
were a happy spot
on a black tie.
But my parties sparkle
with black skies
default.

In the best light.
of my heart’s
Vault.

A Mood Swing Barony
plush with unobstructed
de-construction.
As i plunder hives
for soft miracles
dazzling a Stoic
With a Circus
of bright
dogs
to hound my
gloom, out of mind
and my Love
from the thicket
of a dark
thought.

On an Incline.