Table Dance
softporn saxophone
botex for the soul,
strained faces only
held together by skin;
gluteal muscles for
nylon hearts 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.
Copyright © Leslie Philibert | Year Posted 2014
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