I’d like to shake this continuum
down to the basics. Scanning
the windswept wilderness
for signs of struggle, my faculties
begin plotting a coup. I can no longer
elaborate why evil excites me like it does.
Let’s make things fun for a minute,
and disposable. Get cozy
with some unsavory types,
let our hair fall to the floor.
The burgeoning saga could use a bit more plot.
A lot can happen mid-tango, after all.