opening acts with
indian exotic dancers,
swim champagne
charging for cuff links-
ride that elevator
downslide
to galaxy archives of
soul, let Telephant
whip backs filled
like baggies water, and duct tape
with insulin shots -
bucking like sideshow
donkees
popping under your Noon skies,
sending
messengerpigeons to
colonise and populace in
wet birth
