shaken and stirred

Snakes & stones

& Dr. Bones.

Worlds of lies

within my eyes.

A chance to fake

a drunken wake

for romance forsaken.

Doorways to more ways

to choose

Fool’s paradise.

Ritual demands payment,

naked supplication,

rhymes intoned thrice

for Momma

for Poppa

for babes wandering in the woods

from salvation.

Deep in enchanted mist,

touch the veil

along the cortex,

dissolving reason.

Points detach from

space-time-memory.

The puzzle reformulates.