Paris

"Thy rod and thy staff" lay a path to an epithet on an epitaph:
hell-o is for waifs and flickers with glaring peep hole creeps;
nary a nod in any life lived fast past prime slowed birth rate!
Eyes as wide as skies sailing across an empty sea to see it:
silos and winos; pilings and pile ons; a cow in with canaries
loosens lewd lips to words that prick intended luminary pies
ever over cries resounding like bleats from slewed sheep to
why god and why last when paid wrath to an aghast laugh?
Cast out into darkness with weeping and gnashing of teeth!
Are guile and pink synonymous to alluring pure seductions?
Worlds apart draw together in winding time asleep at wheel.
Diatribes at nine eastern nuance her narcissistic fascination.
Orange orioles with black heads speckle her glossy facades.
Raw, uninhibited emotion was displayed in a cruiser to clink.
Pare pairs of Paris' pears to parenthetically pray peers peer!
Assimilated whispers through paper thin walls soon simmer.
Rarities accumulate on shelves shown in stores along road.
Incipient yet bovine, recidivist activist whines in jail food line.
Seamy seams seems simply summer sometimes suns us all.