THE DEEP END: Where the Wild Things Went
Image, Olivia Bossert, mixed media
How it entices,
the deep end –
a dark danger
painted the colour of mystery
by dodgy individuals dipped in seduction,
masters of lure and cajole.
Razor sharp,
they roll and line,
blowing temptation through smoke rings
and Jack Daniel’s haze –
vampires riding high,
hungry for innocence.
Longing for anointment
you follow, you fall,
adrift, but
sky-high on cool,
young enough to believe you’re bulletproof,
courting disaster again and again,
until
You fall,
crash land upon a lucky star,
and sit quietly,
bewildered,
wrapped in the soft breath
of kindness
