#oldtime
Back in the day when all the trees would sway, and the children would play
In the sun, in the shade
through the rain
never kept at bay
puddles needed splashing,
skin needing a tanning.
We laughed once, we cried when we fell
learnt from the scrapes and bruises
It’s a lot different now.
Oh take me back to the 90s.
Oct 1, 2020
Oct 1, 2020 at 4:21 AM UTC
I am a dramatized china doll,
but I never rouge my knees.
The MC introduces me as Scarlett.
Lulu embraces me as we saunter
off the platform. Whistles follow my footsteps
digging into my brain, fermenting,
to strong wine.
Gentlemen enter the club to leer
at cabaret girls dancing in lace.
Some are drawn to the boys of the club,
the ones in the dark corners with kohl-rimmed
eyes and eager kisses.
From their seats in the dimness, the audience
fails to notice rips in my blouse, cigarette
butts smudged out in the wings. No one
sees the ***** face powder spread out
among the lighted mirrors, overused,
my own makeup dried out.
Their giggles and applause keep
the club alive, filled with dead
grins from dinner to dawn.
Drum roll—my turn.
We rid them of their troubles.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 9:40 PM UTC