AHH... The swank.
Low lights become bright
flashing with the
s l o w turn of that
disco-
let's have a ball, doll.
Come here-
to my mind,
my lap-
the tap of my toe...
on the count of four..
let the horns play-
stop and go-a slow stroll.
the smoke makes it hard to see-like a dream.
pond mist-
it's a jungle. Jane
with red lips
swinging those-
hips
if you watch
twist
with the rasp of the rattle..
Ringlets and wing tips..
slips and rips..
lines and rhymes..
powder and puffs-
snuff.
Mirrors,
Separation of the time,
reflection of what is sought to be seen.
Scream.
Screen.
Sequins lost..
What a lovely train ride.
Keys smile..
glisten.
ivory teeth.
Underneath-
Another gin please
dah-ling.
Make it a double.
The night's young..
and we're all getting
old anyway.
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