For TL

Friday, June 15, 2007

She caught the foul breath
of fancy fake romannce,
Like Cake with butter cream icing
filled with curds and whey.

Suddenly the Ringmaster
burned her face
Her mask had melted
into form true.

The Disk Jockey Rocks Run DMC
The geek pole turns the turn tables
And She Dances until she's the only one they
notice as her dress becomes less
and less.

The lights pop, drop and fade to deep blue.
Mother Ocean has arrived.