Debt and the Devil's Dancers

Everybody needed something, and there was always something in the world that needed somebody, debt is all about connections to affections, sustenence to stimulus is only half of the formula, igniting the impetus is provenance of the pursuit, debt's birth is in the body of temptation, in the language of lust, we all find reasons for indebtedness as architects provide strengths for stones, always a tune to toil for,innumerable impulses to imbibe in the heart's hollows, needs & wants wants & needs,a crisscrossing of the conscious, vacillation like breath on candle flame, on which branch will your bird discover the berry, what good is satisfying the basics if we are denied exploration of the scenics, wonderment wrapped in wishes of mocking mortality, robes of rose petals, the less we create for ourselves the more we fawn for the fingers of others fantasies, impatience an instrument for the Devil to revel and drum,strum and hum, born into a carnival of the careless and criminal the Devil has a dream and your his favorite dancer, you hear in his voice a reflection of yourself and drown in delerium, a community of stage hands supports your every scream and silence your shouts for sovereignty, buy the whole of the basement but be prepared to be buried there, a necropolis of creditors and debtors, expired expressions on the faces of orphans kept alive by water colors from the pallet of pleasure and perfumes of paradise, as the spectacle ends the Prince of poverty greets us where dogs bark baldly and the air is gray with cold, he grips our hands with a lion's paw and cries coolly - J.A.B. 2011