Dancing on acid...no real acid.

but I am alone

whispered to my oversexed

libedo,

Fired back

Illuminate

my alter ego

for through him

You can see me tho'

The casino were in

is run by the G-d Number Crew

Widows lined up

To roll em for you.

You're here not so often

as to remember your face

I'd like to hug that memory

when I walk through the gates.

Platinum tears

on luminous alabaster

You don't choose time

its ever faster

as to ever be ahead of even

the Shadowlands

Shires been burnt-

Frodo-slave brand.

I scurry about you

bringing you string,

ribbon and gum wrappers

to build our home as you please.

But I see you, 

eyes betray

they are wandering

 My Fist clenched, primered 

though I shudder and pray.

The bureaucracy 

is malignancy

on my zoe, once free;

yet I go back again and again-

stepping over dogs and best friends,

For the hope

that you've changed

or that my vision is better

No longer witness to

Inverted phantasmagorical play,

arranged, scored, starring,

bearing your hand

bearing your lashes

bearing you brand.

All that you be-is contrary,

Its scary youre free.

Countess Elizabeth Bathory

reborn and me

watching me

like a frog on a string.

So here we are dancing

Locked in a preordained set

Occupational hazard

of Making a spectacle of yourself

Is that in the end you're buying a ticket

like all the rest.