Bazaar

 

 

 

 

 

Imprints, ancient memory trail.

Mundane tasks among kiosks, stalls.

Discharge parking tickets.

Elect a porcelain sacrifice, gift

to exchange for party favors.

Drunk on flat champagne.

Affected hipster canapés, lush

kisses in smoky corners,

muss of silks, mingled perfumes

carefully careless, free for

the lingering.

Theatric tableau gay and tragic. 

Serfs’ daily drama.

Knives to throats.

Arcane jawbones slaver self-import.

Rip roar of fabric masked by jungle drums.

Catching on, lurch forward

from a lack of there.

Spirals bare of centers.

No fudgy surprise, no reward

for service, no perfect paradise.

If the price is deception,

what are we selling?

A tiny sparkling wish opens a wider

whole.  Sudden reflective regard.

Accept.

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