Halloween fishnets..

Halloween fishnets and a flash of spooks' garters
ruffling feathers; her tickler's neck n neck,
tinted lips all taste of her lips, and hers,
of an old fashioned 50’s print, curled at the edges,
shrinking from a classic frame, and fading,
voluptuousness punctured and deflating,
in recession these fangs appearing,
not suiting her twin-set, baker’s dozen,
welcome home attitude.

Corset black, cape black, crimson
red and white ruffled-lace vampire dances;
London’s cobbled together, tap-it-and-see
Victoriana, is a glance down at dissolving plastic
from inside the spirals of lovers' dreams,

where there are no costumes except skin;
and when there is no skin,
the kiss,
far above the vanishing guts and scars
of dancing ghouls awaiting inflation,
London’s Burning, and they’ll strike a match.

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