Great Defiance

A smear campaign starts 
against the ladder, which permits― 
the ascension, but leaves the spaces in between, 
of dark. You stand still. 

The hunger becomes the mouth― 
of rags. I will come and collect 
some numbers. 

It was useless to hunker― 
after the game. The fear will ultimately 
start a monologue. 

On bees, I will build a 
synopsis. The sleuth always falters 
when the moon hides. 

A canned script draws the 
scorn. The player had become grey― 
in dark. 

A bunch of mushrooms, 
like tall girls, standing 
in wind, gossiping.