Backlit in blacklight, the velvet searchlights
Frame a fool’s caption of statutes,
Each a carnivore sating with gall bites
What uncial meat convolutes.
Sadistic, wet burgundy linguistics
Shame with their gushing the glitter
Of disco pants—retro-futuristics—
Worn tightly by counterfeiters.
Wading at the foot, gaping anchorites
Covet the speech spoken by mutes
And clamour like footnotes whose haste to cite
Urges them above the refute.
Within the din, the graved text does transfix—
Each letter better transmitter
Than the pretension of thin politics
Of Gaudytorium sitters.
Ignited wits on praycation dogfight—
Swinging New Jackals in dispute,
Slamming masochists tearing the finite—
And, with them, I, too, involute.