Shadow’s Giddy Comeupance

From crimson oceans,
where choked laughter once screamed,
now fallows in swaddling cover
awaiting creams and fragrances
to tickle the vibrations center
of another kind.

Once proud with schoolbooks shouldered,
destined it sit upon kidskin thrones of thievery,
these modern pillagers from Ivy Halls
still suckling on innocence past,

sigh envious of Washington's deus ex machina.

Gloating from stories on high,

where the air is light,

the laughter heavy,
sweaty fingering of signed papered pleasure tremble,
prepare to post their scam take

for Cayman island hideaway.

Lesser sanguine chuckles
now beckon the stroking ability
with encapsulated gasps,
like forgotten impassioned beginnings,
elevate to waiting spires
that will sink to suffocating moneyscape craters.

For is not giddy comeuppance

but yesterday’s laughter alone…

sooner
or
later
?