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