October 16, 2017

Lunatique by Ken Allan Dronsfield

Your light will not shine
this night.
you'll walk dead streets
confused, again.

dance till dawn in your
Jimmy Choo's.
your red nails tarnished
and broken.

the music refuses to play
in your mind.
hugging your shoulder
is Hermès.

the vodka is cold and
melts red lip-gloss.
pigeon's scatter upon a
bleak skyline.

cabbies ignore your hail;
enjoy your walk.
enraptured in luxury with
your Vera Wang.

Clive Christian's essence
follows your shadow.
the depth of your hell has
only just arrived.

in a lighters flash, savor
your last party.
on a ramp by the tracks,
sleep well lunatique.





Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran and poet from New Hampshire, now residing on the southern plains of Oklahoma. He has one poetry collection, "The Cellaring" and is Co-Editor for 2 anthologies, "Dreamers of Yellow Haze" and "Dandelion in a Vase of Roses". His work has appeared in The Burningword Journal, Scarlet Leaf Review,  Black Poppy Review, The Blue Heron, The song is..., EMBOSS Magazine and more. Ken has three Pushcart Prize nominations and two for Best of the Net.

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