This troublesome lasciviousness --
a daylight night terror with tenacity.
Smirks and steel strings are predators
for girls who pretend at being pure of heart
while dreaming mad melodies; nightly,
these little unpruned poppets merrily doff
their fears for feral Russian lullabies. Watch,
as in the still of safe suburban slumber,
the sweetly savage-eyed devil clambers
out of his portrait and under the covers
where white silk Barbie dreams
are waylaid by wicked wanderlust.
It's just an itch,
hitch a ride --
on the highway to hell,
which is also his mustache.
(for Eugene)
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