Uvula Temple

Uvula Temple



I liked the  wild wink of
Girly Mamba dancers,
With pursed suede lips
calling to pimple faced boys
in their insouciance.

We would coagulate
Near the uvula temple,
With a tacky flask
Of bathtub gin
that would purse any Hibachi.

Needing to rest my patella
in a windowsill  bathtub,
I crawled through yards
Of sacred fabric, only to find
Intraocular boots planted.