Frail hinges pivot On a case's door
Commemorative Souvenirs from places Containers change with occasion
Cellophane encased Displaying paper Certificate Credit years of
service A tool of central enterprises The early hope For permanence
The words the rings Consistency And Social security The miracles high
tragedy A thought mistaken for a memory Dress lengths assassinations
Fractured family ties and christenings Local posts will list your
friends In order of disappearance Lawn scattered tins feed birds The
portion baked For absent guests The mass edition icon God sent comfort
Your salvation But who grants absolution For sins that never were
committed Tension makes a tangle Of each thought becomes Inconvenience
Sound never penetrate sThe servile edges break and faint A thought
mistaken for a memory Clear the dust From smiles in boxes Pass the
patterned wall Recall their voices.
Shards of glass cut through my gaze
broken streamers hanging at my legs
drunk and giddy full of fate
at the cabaret
smokey stares from the bar
do stray bottles tumble
I feel the misty spray
what a perfect, perfect day for the cabaret
from afar he sees
Venus rise overwhelmingly beautiful
he sighs the look of love was in her eyes
puts his hand upon her leg
looking closer his lust begins to fade
what a drag the queen did say.
could this be a dream I’m in? ( Fellini would be proud )
gluttony enfolds the scene
give them one last round ,
shining faces dance away
swinging skirts between the panted legs
kaleidescoping
then shassez in a blink the glasses fly
suddenly joy becomes a fight
there they tossed and turned a sight.