various areas
staring in startling glares
of hysteria
wearing mascara of charcoal entrapment
it’s happening Batman
a strike of dark knightning
fighting the Flashes of
the psychic enlightning
hubris heightening
as they say in the ashes
of the burnt-out ringsiders
of the old fighting matches
that lit up the book
king for a rook
at the loss of a bishop
and a broody old knight
trying to fork out a mishap
so bring on a soulitary
randemaciation
flyin’ on the grapple hook
of the castle’s rookside agent