Show Biz

I yawn.

This man

wastes 

the

stage

swears, spits

and

sprays away

the willing

flies
on
the
walls

boo! get off the stage!

and on she comes

overlaps 

him

he leaves

and she

heaves

a hearty

introduction.

far out...

I sip

but instead of wine

-grapes tangled

in
vines
of
ethanol-

I taste

carefully 

churned

caramel

cream

of the crop, she is

no doubt

no doubt in my mind, man

she's dancing them

melodic feet

across woodbound floors

and breaking them necks

of the unaware 

audience folk

they will never know, aye

that woman

is a flower in perfected play

she closes her

blood-tipped

curtains at night

and by dew time

they open


for show business

she dances

her melodic feet

across woodbound floors

I want a lot for ten bucks

more than I bargained for

she moves, aye...

she moves me

Reviews

[Alpris]

Hahaha Allie! shush, you ;)

thanks babe :) xx

[firefly-dreamin]

This reminds me of someone.... I wonder who? ;) Amazing as always Misty

[Alpris]

LOL that's unusual. Thanks, hon.

[The White Wolf]

This poem makes me want a cigarette and a tall glass of Gin. Marvelous!