Luring sidewalk steps
Attract tangible souls
Funnelling down the night,
Oh it’s easy to drink in the long legs
Perched atop 6 inch heels,
Hell, cut me a third of that pie
And ill down it faster than a whore
Trying to erase the previous night’s tricks,
But the night is young,
3:39 and swarms of clothes hangers come to life-
Wall paper suits, textile prints
And a vegetable garden of splashed fabrics
Held together by a shitload of stitches
Masking imperfections, insecurities
Hardened cocks and shapely breasts,
Parading egos, fashion, sex
Wealth and strength,
Screeching motorcycles zip the strip
Weaving and exhausting status,
The same way the dead eyed drunks
Hand stumbling high-fives
To curious onlookers,
Who dawn the sidewalk steps around me,
It’s all a masquerade
For society compels us to behave weekdays,
Leaving minimal time to escape our cocoons
That house and breathe life into our view,
Flocks throng, buzzing the entrances
Of flickering nightclubs-
Enticed by light
They resemble fireflies that swarm and bite young flesh
I too have donned a mask
And took part in this barrage,
Only having removed myself from this jungle
Can I observe the hunt
5/23/09
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