Mad, Pleasant Enough & Safe To Ignore

Louche tang of the berthafly ink on your nape
has me flushed glutton for its chavette umami.
'Cross a Newkie Brown kristallnacht-scape,
you: hither. Blackened ballet pumps from Primani. 

No rugbytackle on a hungry subtle jackal,
but for the risk-averse, versifying is as risky
as smuggling rumpled, prisonrolled rosepetals
int'a Dean Rhetoric afterworld fo' yo' Po-Daddy. 

My lukewarm loin's a phoenix's acronyx,
but asbestos gelos defervesces not, my frisky
alderliefest. So a Chinese nickel crucifix.
is ticklish level of risk enough for me.

The kinda herbert not in Estella's Richmond pocket
- risque for me? Lagniappe sip from Aganippe
as dubious as pubarche destined for Humbert's locket,
in sink wherein gooseberries were electrolysed lately.

A flightless bard 'mid a matteshot of nephograms,
steppensheep staffaged upon blue bovine sky.
Willy, erm, Withwords, knew Heart's Excrescences slam 
shut the door on poesy's arty chokey.

In rejectionslip braille hail, papercut rain
of masterpiece confetti do we fake living dangerously,
in mastertape conshreddi of 99 bandnames.
Yet headliner suicides win the poetry lottery.

Shelley stunt of dying strangely, strangely young,
not to reappear round the corner of the Mad Mulberry,
can mean any Voynich manuscraps, Symbolist shantung,
written by the new silkwormfood are vellumworthy.

Vicious circle: rosa rosa razor est est.
Vicious Coriolis: baby plugholing with the hoary
sullage, balneal bisnatchizzle. 9 scum rings left,
thighwater marks stringvestal Virgil left his Dante.

What BBQpid matchmakes a man with his Beatrice,
Stonkahontas tormenting an odd 'n' furry
berk, poetaster whose amrita is just a thridace-
strength strain of th'infidelity toxin, Beauty?

Which is how the risky Manic defined the
entartete source of fishy fiances,
la Beauté du Diable. But hybristophilia
to such Scorpions of Venus, to Hell on a tray,

is flipbride of poet wailing to be her DWEM lover,
a foxynoxynihilipilification proxy
for transfiguration by association with the Dark Destroyer
of Beauty. But beta noir bards are Death's humerus candy.