Review

your prompt
stop jingles
maul my muse
gang banging on
grainy 8mm
in a snuff film
with a soundtrack
of pretension

i miss the days
of anonymity
in mental patient white
when my words
rambled to
no one echoing
in an empty room
filled to the brim

i long to be
that fameless whore
dancing with
devils in darkness
and no one else
the wiser
weighing in
and setting my scales
off balance