The evening breaks, shards of brittle hopes
room gyrate’s, waving bottles, searching hands,
drums inscribe a mating ritual
eyes glaze in alcoholic haze
& I like smoke in smokeless zone ,
glide deride and disappear.
Glances catch and hold
for see through seconds
mouths mime snake-like words
that turn upon themselves
& desperation stalks the tinsel’d surface
asking for an owner .
Lothario like you weave your web
attach me to your crucifix
pinion me on black velvet
watch my colours stretch and throb,
gambling on an errant hatching
to fleece your open arms .
Decency is who you pledge to be,
‘’a no agenda, want to guide you
worn the tee-shirt know your problems
let me help you friend;’’
we spar and jar like clumsy jouster
you say you’re trading words
but I know all you want is me .
Absinthe spurts hallucinogenic flame
the night girls loll in stockinged legs;
wrong time , wrong place , wrong body,
wise wounds tight taped to breathe again
& I like smoke in smokeless zone
blow rings to circumvent your pain .