Moonlight Muses

Maybe it's for different minds
of different flocks of feathers, but
ostentatious does
not inspire, with ellipses and hyphens
littered in the crop, any
inklings of poetic
grace.
Hark, hollow be
thy name!

Moonlight Muses, how
utterly grandiloquent... yet
something in that garish
excess of honey-drizzled words sings like
sirens, and my club is full of pirates.