Decrescendo
by A.J. Kaufmann
serenity’s cunning gardens… try to portrait
her cardinal rule’s
composures
draw it or write it down w/
notes, spirals, whatevers
crypts, ovals, broken Englishes:
B flat
suits here
best
we’re in Cracov’s hellpit, dear
w/ noone to confide
in
but the devil in wild red heels
dancin’
the raindog rumba
in St Mary’s Church
religiously drunk
& ecstatic
paradin’ in drag
‘cross the altar & back
unstoppable echoes crash
velvet
corridors below him
her
explore & rewrite
serenity’s cunning
mute
breakdowns
devil’s heels click like dew drops
decrescendos
immuted