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a poem by Michael Brandonisio
Amsterdam Remembered
He saunters by the canal
near the red light district
lowbrow ecstatic,
watching half-naked danseurs
suffer the bitter aftertaste
of crummy cocktail hours.
He sees himself outside himself
in 1940's trenchcoat and fedora,
leather gloves and sunglasses,
a private eye on the make
tracking a piece of ass in the night.
He sees himself inside himself
imagining a split-screen
screen test exposed at 24fps
under bright kliegs,
acting his dreamlife, rated XXX.
Yet he lingers, lingers long
solo at the shop window.
Stripped down performance
skin-deep, condoms multi-hued
float gentle on neon water.
near the red light district
lowbrow ecstatic,
watching half-naked danseurs
suffer the bitter aftertaste
of crummy cocktail hours.
in 1940's trenchcoat and fedora,
leather gloves and sunglasses,
a private eye on the make
tracking a piece of ass in the night.
imagining a split-screen
screen test exposed at 24fps
under bright kliegs,
acting his dreamlife, rated XXX.
solo at the shop window.
Stripped down performance
skin-deep, condoms multi-hued
float gentle on neon water.