dance

Nutcracker Suite

lulls

pretty escapades

escaped

think that I could be one of those

mannequins

Waltz of the Flowers

and oh how I wish

for flowery perfection

to

possess

inspire

and elevate

point

and allow that I might

land

that I could do

doubles and triples

never loose my balance

that I might remain

arabesque and destroyed

for years and never fall

that I could sell my soul to the devil

for glory

Elizabethan and grand

high class and oh so,

oh you know

just, everything and anything

anything at all

before you fall

don’t forget to tip the receptionist

for

winged victory

she must have fallen too

faceless

in the confessional

I didn’t want to see her face

but I knew Queen Elizabeth

like, vocative direct address

like, protestant conservative dress

confess

for fun

fondle

play

repay

demise

of pro-utopian societal confines

you know,

I didn’t really want to care 

Do I know you?

Do you?

I do. 

you know you want to

Ganymede?

baby, does the bible reject you?

as damnable

cheap thrills

do as Satan says

defy your animosity

learn to love the Catholic Church

pray for redemption

and listen to the words that are coming out of your mouth

do you realize,

it’s taking over the world

hairspray

neon, spandex

teased hair

black nylon disaster

Welcome to Vegas, baby. 

Ó Kim Adams