Curtains drawn,
but it's all the same,
when you look
into a burlesque anyway.
Don't make a sound,
it's time for a round
of my favorite cognac
which we sip so quietly.
With
and without
the thunder of night,
dwindling fright
seeps from their eyes.
Come take a walk through
a new comers door.
See the blazing frame
wrap up what is left
of what once was humane.
Short stories, poems, among other play things. A constant work in progress. Forever changing.
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