Absinthe In Autumn

Fanciful follies flicker and soar Tickle the timbers of the stage floor Inventing intents to invite their stare Kicking the keys until stripped bare Roaring rafters rattle and roar Teasing temptresses show them more Pleasure pompous pigs for a thrill Selling their souls to sate her bill Bustles and brassiers fall to ground Plastered punters spend their pound Dancing dollies dare to enthral Absinthe in autumn, the siren's call Brittle blue skies breakthrough the night Musing the mornings stark new light Daybreak demeans their defiant descent Echoes of eager eyes twisted in torment