It's Not Ok
A black sky held pentacle stars,
a decadent wife sold herself
for thrills.
when guitars played the chameleon
sang.
it's more than a opera harem,
it's echoes through a pavilion
of waste.
Copyright © Frank Penicaro | Year Posted 2011
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