Bitter are the drips that linger from the lips of a deceiver’s kiss.
Slim, sweet soft almonds lips,
Piss poisoned sugar kisses.
The sulphur tar of gaslight burns scars in naïve lungs.
It’s dull flame casts shadows,
Where deceit rapes honesty.
In kennels ever-hungry black dogs wait at their master’s heel.
Silken sirens sound the clarion call,
A near bare stage with no curtain call.
Missives & Musings 