Stuart Davis & Rodchenko |
met in the bar where Frieda
sat with Georgia waiting for
an easy score...No one was
left alive in Paradise; Surreal
eyes painted on the floor looking
wild; spinning onto the dance
floor looking like any *****,
smelling of blood & sandal
wood...it was a good night
leading to a long day's journey
just like Eugene said it would;
here comes the gay bouncer
who still won't say, but I saw
the Bridge sticking out of his
back pocket when the place broke
into a brawl when Plath walked in
wearing full length fur...it
was heaven & there was no ||
one left in Paradise...on the curb
I hailed a cab & took off with the
cheapest ***** they had... |