SOMETIMES YOU MUST FLOUNCE IT AND FLAUNT IT AND GLOAT IN THE NOSE CLOUDS OF FUMES
LOVE IT , BATHE IN IT, CHOKE ON IT
DROWN IN IT
HOOKER OR NO , YOU CAN WEAR IT LIKE A HO
A BABE COMING DOWN FROM HEAVEN
SOMETIMES, THE CELESTIAL CLOY OF FEATHERS AND PINK AND POWDER, OF SWEET, PUTRID UNGUENTS, OF THIGH SLAPPING GLEE
IS A GLORIOUSLY GIGGLING KNICKERBOCKERGLORY IN THE FACE OF STALE INDUSTRIAL DULLNESS
OF DANCING GIRLS AT THE FOLIES BERGERES
AND ALL THE FRILLS AND THE SPILLS AND THE BELLYACHE,
ALL THE TEARS AND THE FRUSTRATIONS AS
WISTERIAS TRUMPET THEIR ALMOND HYSTERIA
AND HELIOTROPES AND ORCHIDS SEETHE IN THROAT-SWIMMING HONEY
AND ORANGE BLOSSOMS AND CHEEK – PINCHING ROSES
KISS
AND VIOLETS AND TUBEROSES PILLOW FIGHT AT GLOWERING MADAME’S,
AND PRACTITIONERS SWOON
WITH THE SUGARING FROTH
