down the black crepe
	and come on down
	down town
	to the skanky basement
	high life         manhattan
	     old fashioned,
		      chilled cocktail neon blues
	chatter           stage patter
		  a thump     a wail
		limbs flail into
	the sweat wet gap
	  between jitter   and bug
		pants
		 pleating
		skirts
		 flirting
		groins
		 kneading
	  to jump-cheek
	  elastic-hitched thigh
	hair and 	mascara decline
	 lips swell
	   blood hot
	     nipples rise
	       and hands
	         a prowl of
	           hands-on
	
	one tooth grin
	of flick ice-steel.