half an e at 8.30 and off we went
to a wooden birdcage
men half-raise whisky glasses to someone elses’ faces
so bright!
another half at 10
we can’t afford lulls
in the eternal search for fun
the things we look forward (to hate):
the inevitable midnite fashion show on top of squeaky clean bar tables
no amount of make-up can wipe out the frightened smiles on the models’ emaciated faces
their masks of gay abandon
turn off the bright lights
put on leif erikson!
“i am balan
i have come from chennai
to a magical place where dragons fly
(so i’ve heard)”
i am so sorry to have disappointed you
let’s go home and stick our heads in the air-con
yer hands are cold
mine are pins & needles
time for an eccy scratch
yer back or mine O GREAT FUN
Divagyrations 