ANOTHER LAST NIGHT

the dogs of night

get a new growl

when backdoor

clubs fill with

evening voices

 

dancers sway

rhythmically within

clouds of smoke

 

lipstick numbers

appear on napkins

when approving eyes

catch a glance

 

yesterdays salted

wounds disappear

as morning stretches

over empty streets


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