The Can-Can

“what inspires you to write such indiscriminate indiscretions like that?” he speaks to himself and thinks not long without thinking, unnaturally he feels, something, so he promptly writes it all down without a further doo-diddley-day there you go a muse the muse amused reads his take on it all and up her mind goes, the ride, like a pole flags, waving checkered, black and white, racing all the way up and down down and up the rollercoaster thrill of it all jack was planting seeds for his bean stalking tour counting the footsteps along the imprinting way she wasn't eating her curds and whey you have to be quick like you know, nimble sometimes she galumphs naturally unnaturally across the page burlesque, headlights turned on, full beam, delivering the splits smiling for laughs, the laughs, always splitting the mix can-can she thinks, masked, yet best in tap dance shoes nakedly confronting fingers tapping minds pointing un-a-mused qué más se puede pedir Spanish for those untouched uber tall flaming flamingoes que puis-je dire French kissed all the way for the les enfants terrible a - mused fearlessly venturing forward for more let them go, the others waltzing Old Time away, out the door 'tis better elemental she feels the win-win can-can she thinks and smiles amused indiscreetly not turning away win-win she smiles a full-wattage salute can-can She thinks, begin the beguine indiscreetly not turning away Candide Diderot. ‘24