SMOKE DANCE
She dances nightly
everyone standing
clear
as she twirls
into a nude
blur
laughing
ignition
of fire
flames
stroking
onlookers
out into the dead of night.
PIT
They promise us
what
we want to hear,
and do what
we don’t want
in back rooms,
filled with our
tax money,
draining
into their pit
kingdom
sultry and very beautiful poem compositions.. 😀
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