One Night in a Lifetime
They must have been fine woodwrights,
joiners, masons, to build a tavern sculpted
After Dark
like flesh which wasn’t wagyu beef; not prime,
in fact, it gave off a cattle company vibe.
Deputy of Love
Who laid a foundation for my ghost town,
then desecrated it as a form of public art.
Can’t Slow Down
The venue was torched. & then the men.
Their hot bodies. The arsonist’s revenge.
Shame
Audacious rooks will chase away a hawk
with notes this flat and this intense
All Night Thing
and reassemble with a cachinnating laugh.
I’ve never known this lurid bunch to quit.
You Should Be Dancing