Comic Girls

Comic Girls Comic girls swing from poles fixated Embedded in a jelly of red mist and light Asphyxiated through cigarette smoke In a dance choreographed through fog Thick casts of body make-up from head to toe Cosmetic are their lives up there Masking age and lines through times advances Night helps to cover all They climb with marbled limbs Up to the stars retired in their minds Dim glow falls on them in pulses and vibration Completing the illusion And everything is fine inside the lines As long as they continue on the climb That they could be extended, is what led them here Here where men watch marbly limbed dancers go on Climb poles and dream on tubes and wires Miles of pretty wires and magic girls The beauty of their extensions Is a marvel to observe Charm and masked intentions in the club Behold their every move towards love Follow comic girls doing as they’re told Transfixed on lonely poles until night club's closed