When Darkness Falls

When Darkness Falls

The girls dance alone, the men just stare at them.

They imagine the girls kissing. When the boys get excited

they begin to kiss each other, rub their beards

& lingual barbells to the rhythm of technopop.

Some are amateur journalist.

Some are strictly DIFFERENT but EQUAL

Or as they put it:  DISCREET.

At five in the morning, they kiss and touch

then high speed out of there & BOOM …

they craaaassssh.

Night ends in tragedy. What do they do?

They wait & hope morning doesn't arrive,

return to the corner where travesties do their rounds

for money, throw in the towel for the speed of a gesture,

the volatile in their emotions.

A few brushes against each other are enough

to tighten their waist & make them feel the pain

of hard-hitting dolls. The solitary beat of the rhythm

will break the rapport between eyes.

They don't play slow music, 

no one plays the blues anymore.