upon a damp night
in late early hours
i paced about a modern hall
amongst what they'd all called
the finery of life,
through seas of chanel and versace.
watching,
for that is what i do.
i
watch
him.
adept at filtering out all other stimuli now
sic'd on the bright king of society
as if there were no other in the world.
he held court like a rock star
wearing a mask of handsome flirt
had fawns gathered about him
while his close-cropped gray hair belied his age
but no matter, they swooned like
perversions of salvador dali women
all the while i'm hunting him
achingly.















Comments
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I really cannot understand why people choose to ignore the "ART" part of deviantART
It's in fucking capitals!
How can you miss it!?
*The-Shadowed-Angel
~jaded-reflection
~kapari
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RUN, rabbit, run
dig that hole, forget the sun
and when at last the work is done
don't sit down, time to dig another one
steps taken forward
and sleepwalking back again...
encumbered forever by desire and ambition
#TheWritersMeow
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RUN, rabbit, run
dig that hole, forget the sun
and when at last the work is done
don't sit down, time to dig another one
steps taken forward
and sleepwalking back again...
encumbered forever by desire and ambition
#TheWritersMeow
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