Time

Of sway from limbs to side,  
in hula leaf palm,    
fries the moisture of a grin    
by fluorescent butter stripes.    
    
The patrona cradled her golden eye.

Clients' broken frisk hands healed by the lustless lumps on the spine.    
As my hip fell to the base of the trunk,    
appetite of a sex diverged in toll of the Christmas silver bell.    
     
Though, the mirror in fluorescent lather    
paved the scabby face    
and I danced in hula leaf palm,    
swayed varicose appendage to lopside.    
     
The nickels in peppered lime deflected me from the starlets of the roof    
and the cabaret vomited their harlots which roam the heated spoons.    
     
Nubile is bread of drizzling oil —    
sweeter, but bloomed of fungus by grace of lesser paralytic serums than New York sixties of minute hand twines.