Flattered art
unscrews tight congealings of
days shunned by the planner
attempting and failing to wipe up
the lather of ascendance
serenaded by the mountain muse
of exclamation marks
Some kind of fashionista Zeus
for aspirant scene thieves
Breath their only prison
Artificial light their only insecurity
in galaxies painted with
firmaments of ivory
and blotted with bold black constellations
Sailors love a siren in uniform
