When the fashion statement itself
Is the victim of my internal quills,
Consciousness becomes a hazard
And expedited distraction
An illuminated item in demand.
.
Still, it’s in their eyes.
.
They play the game —
The whole thing is still a phenomenon
To enough of an extent
In their minds
That their gazes narrow and their
.
Voices mouth out
Purposeful constructions
To efface Charybdis
Under neon lights.