Underweatherware

 


Typically comes the doom-fed
night
that calls for
                           an over-edgy
                       ( Call (A))selfy )       ignominity, lay
                        where 1000s of  ignominites
                      have
            lain berfore
     any-one
came home.

So, we're always dodging blood-soaked razors,
       A fancy dance it is,
                        (indeed),   once you've
       stepped over the crimson/black rivulets,
just like the plan/scripted,  provoiced  whine                
    becomes a new
                               sacred swell.
all is well
all is fine