whether a fearsome wit
or a gangling twit
into the mode of the aggreesor
they leap
their cloaks of initial harmlessness
just that
a deceptive cloak
pouting a mirror ball effect
on the shick-a-shimmy night
about mid glass through a bitter Merlot
the evening howls like a lonely labrador
time in its need
speaks riddles to the cold indeed
where as upon another strange front no doubt
a choir of joy sends a wave of singing
to the faithful
until The Masses In Screen
once again
log back on
to welcome
the repetative deluge
all over again
what sick bastards...........
(written Feb. 25,2006 445pm)