Jazz noir


    Fumes of cigarettes,


    Red barettes


    Couples dancing ball,


    Tall figures crawl


    Bartender mixing stars


    Lip service on par;


    Deals as shady as a single lady


    Dealt twenty-one


    Vision one-ten


    Order twenty on table ten


    Can the dusk light the brume?


    Trapped in a flusk holding loom


    Cast a rune that might bloom;


    Plastic roses in the room


    In midst of this poignant perfume


    To dupe and groom,


    Any blanc-bec in the room


    Face to back to face,


    Stolen story; please report.Encore; the dance continues


    Oxytocin clouds the cortisol


    Dutch courage,


    O pint O sire


    Give unto me


    To chase my deepest desire


    As I numb my senses


    As I reach for the branches


    As I fetch my rances


    As I end the rhyme whilst clenching,


    The tranches of my mind,


    Still inclined to the hedonist egoist,


    In front of the bind,


    Toilet mirror tell me, tell me


    Why do I try to understand my plight?


    And try to connect with my might?


    But end up in discontent,


    If cynicism is the result,


    Than this exorcism is a revolt