FURIOUS  FEATHER

Heather, sweet Heather
bound in tight leather pants
slinking around through a loose night
like a luminescent feather
floating freely and always finding her way
through the dance floor
glowing in the black-light
loose sight held tight
swimming through the women
and the pulsating rhythm
of the men....
Oh, they see....
parting the partying dance floor sea
as always....
She never pays....
She never stays....
as new waves wash her away to new plays....
A mass caught in a chance glance
of a mascot of mere mortality
melting morality reflecting raw reality
Erupting rapture with a raptor's roar
flailing feet fucking the dance floor
and fucking your mind and all of your kind
as a temptress of tempestuous
sensuous senseless dense ignorance
fucked up and hurled into your blank world
setting up an endless trend
that will never end....................