Smug Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Smug



Her chains have apothecary eyes
No ticket out
No solemn altar
Black mascara
Spiral of arrogant streetcars
Tunnels of marble gargoyles
Out the window a purple moon
Hallways going into eternal indigo
Meet your fate in a BDSM candle
Hide like Dorian Gray
Chess with the devil
The dead have flies
Under their smug masks

Wednesday, February 11, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: evil
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Joseph Narusiewicz

Joseph Narusiewicz

So St Paul, Minnesota
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