Stranger yet

a brief poem for which I can't manage a brief description... maybe tomorrow.

Ah! But what a strange lot we are
Plotting against propriety
Wild caricatures of noir
Dysfunction and anxiety
Can only carry us so far
This hellish reciprocity
Of illusions smashed to shards
and blindly pieced together
in mosaics most bizarre
We sneak in uninvited
Past the well armed guards
For grander is the entrance
When the exits are all barred