Mahogany

Luster in your bluster.  I am a little removed.  Too many past demonics on my sleeves.  I hunt in the night and I wake with a list of them to destroy in my memory.  The possibility of laughter is what I hunt with with yee, but it is not seeming easy.  Anonymous lesbians at the bar stare at me and laugh.  Cruel bitches with disease.  Now the whole chain will go down today.  Little movements around him are not missed and will not remain unanswered.  Maybe I frame him an angel in my court so that I stay polite.  This is all, I am so beseached this week.