Seeking Society (reposted)

Seeking society of demons near and newly damned
Horned things sparkle amid the throngs of avid ex-humanity
Teeth pointed glinting like the tips of many pens on contracts
Now collecting in adorable little clutch bags
Tucked in distracting shadows of curved bodices
or stuffed into the deep pockets of fine woolen long coats

Humans take shapes of pulsing stars glowing and bursting with rhythmic regularity
Making bonfires of their dignity to light up the cackling mass of party goers
Like Roman candles on Roman holiday
A titter of polite laughter for each volcanic outburst
Ouughs and ahhs and grunts of satisfaction from darker corners and beneath long tables
Darker eyes glitter carnal delight
An unconscious pornographic exhibition
“Because you can light up the moon doesn’t mean you should,”
Chides one long black-haired willowy fiend with sardonic ecstasy
No one is listening to her (and she’s too much to look at)
Shuffling souls form a queue for their chance to launch pyrotechnics
penetrate the darkness with one last ecstatic act of wanton nihilism
Tiny reservations burn up like good intentions and float away on the illuminated breeze like the ash from a roaring bonfire
On this last night of lasts and onlys


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