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With a fraction of this

psychedelic-metaphoric

we could light a disco

to the pride of a thousand

queens on a floor-show float.



It’s all just dahling, darling,

spandex and sparkles,

with the glitz of Tiffany

-midnights in a spritz

of cheap, price-blitz cologne.



But you don’t want to go home.

And it’s I, with my over-slept

cheery-face, flashing pearly-

indecent to pre-mocha groans,

‘til you couldn’t skip stones any faster.



      It would amuse you, past the

      brain-ache – 2 cups in and see

      you later – to view this shade

      as partial seizure: twice –

      without delay;



           An everyday-normal –

           as seen through one eye –

           plucked straight from conveyor

           for pre-re-distribution, that

           justified once-in-a-day.



      With wonder in style

      guised by star-stretch-dexterity

      at this ability to ply passive

      before pollution or passion

      or find petals in solid manure.



With the glitter of wish, then

as it shimmers by will

to a broil and a bubble

in milk creamed, especially,

for cats round the table.  



They will drown in

their swamp-lands, mining

composite-coals, to feed fires

of scorch-ture that freeze

to the bone.



And that dance-floor will

light up in retrograde-rage as

the kings, bearing garment, to

the tap-clap of age, don crown

and caper to conquer the stage.