Table Dance Poem by Leslie Philibert
Table Dance
softnote saxophone
botex for the soul,
strained faces only
held together by skin,
gluteal muscles for
nylonhearts and sweaty collars
porcine, popeyed
each mouth fallen open
like a gallow`s trapdoor,
the delight at a
big dame battleship
built in stereo
that makes aftershave
boil under matching ties;
littlemen reduced to red.
Friday, November 7, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: women
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