deceive their purpose.
Like the subtlety of a burlesque finale
these smoke rings smart of sarcasm,
twirl with wit.
Said rhetoric:
It will undo the braids in Rapunzels hair,
this crawl of devolution,
backing away from a no trespassing sign,
falling through the looking glass stained surface.
Snip strings, no wishing, rather raw
blank pages burn.
Testaments merry men
herald this broken spine,
And give me back my dragons.













