Fay de Way

Fay de Way. pic for poem

 

she sat amid

the hot, fast breath

of escaping beauty

adoring her own brazen image

in lights and a mirror

that would soon forget her

 

the punters in their prowl of seats

alert to form and hungry in

the animal kingdom

just out of sight of the bait

shortly to be released into

a wilderness of unspent desire

 

then on to another gig

a pole, a stage and hungry eyes

leering at the inflation of flesh

in the loan to value contract exacted

as they gather in the cash

for moonlight and velvet

 

the hunters swoon

and track back to the bar

order in another libation

for another excuse to loosen

the conventions that exist

in that particular safari park