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. 

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