Poem from the book IMPULSES


Black dancers arced sprang

and after picking their shoes

they left

in hushed tones so

they didn’t wake old man

front row lost

in dreams of a lavish dance hall

chandeliers and many

fit scantily-clad girls

smiling jewel eyed

their breasts nodding

persuasive firm

contours swell desire

tease out his hand

before black dancers wheeled

just before he fell into divine sleep