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a poem by Willie Smith


Annette up on the screen performs the mobius strip. Casts over each
gladiator a net. Casts blouse and skirt off. Flips into the audience black
stilettos. We migrators-from-reality duck.

She slips from her slip. Hangs off the candelabra bra. Snaps with the
twang of an Appalachian diphthong thong. Sheds, python renewing the
moon of her skin, nylons.

The beauty spot on her left tit waxes mad. Even the pasties come unglued.

She dances -- arm over nipples, palm guarding bush -- pair of dice loaded
for snake eyes -- flashes of paradise. Blows the bridge of a kiss, wriggling
off stage. Leaves behind a heap of cloth, whose heat fails to penetrate the

Still -- through restless imagination -- the audience rises.

© by Willie Smith
Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #30 ~ April 2014