Around the Maypole
by Terry Brinkman

 

Vamp of her lips wet with Gin

Like a bird sitting beyond a cat’s cajole

Woeful lunatic control

Pale silent scent of flowers from her skin

Whistling bird sounds from her Violin

Cotton-Ball Barons on the Ski Patrol

Mocking twelve ghost women around the Maypole

Her cough balls of laughter after the win

The King’s desired plot

Over her shoulder wearing a Blindfold

Dancing alone, with a Robot

Gloaming gray soccer player is too old

Moon watchers sitting in a squat

She’s wearing rich silk stockings with a Centerfold

 

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