Monday, December 17, 2012
Perfumed
with Black Intentions
the oil of a piano
bar
leather jackets of
idleness
voices in a poker
card
cigars that look
too high
as she smoothes
her lipstick dress
and tapered leg
where nights are
black stockings
dressed in a body
of intentions
daring enough to
wave goodbye
to a white
suspender
a wrecking pink
thigh
sensuous girl in a
hurry of g-string
grinning like a
roll of wire
customers waiting
for the nipple of night
lace at the edge
of the stage
a bald man, losing
his front row seat
reaches for the
holier grail
like a memory of
her scented life
his mark of
affection
her last season
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