Would you shoot the day for the red carpet?
Anymore casting as a maenad would.
The only vista for a desire being
Ambrosia for the soul or for the halcyon don!
Or Donna would you go shooting at the bay,
A blue nun moored to wayward winds!
With your eyes drawing blank ripples on the sea of love
Let’s pass on from a seamless night to another panting
like a storm in the certitude of its vicinity!