with painted faces we bare our cheeks and swing our hips as the men dispense dollars and suck down their beer feeling good about themselves sharing a bond of complicity
(tip the dj extra so when you're giving a lap dance he'll play 6 songs in a row.)
in the champagne room two flutes from a bottle of perrier-jouet and we stroke their egos til they feel like a million bucks...
it's two a.m. they walk to their cars with a smile on their faces glitter on their shirts and a hole in their wallet.
Nice writing that really paints the picture well, so much so that I can imagine myself in a smoke filled club surrounded by drunken loosers letching over young girls, who go flitting from man to man. This piece really drives home the point about the divide between men and women and how both sexes are exploited. I like the last two lines especially.
I agree with the previous comment about the old Bogart flicks; the Sam Spade narrative, jaded and quick. I thought that added a certain accent to the stanzas that made them bite a little sharper; somehow emphasizing the content instead of smothering it. Glitter grins dotted with financial and psychological cavities; poor humanity. Silly humanity. And sadly, no one really ends up getting very far past the parking lot. The money stays; the smiles stay behind and the only thing that goes home is the damage. All in all, a brilliant write!
I can remember sitting in a go go bar one night and watching men throw their money at the girls who were taking it all off for them. I just didn't get it. Men can certainly be gullible and idiotic when it comes to woman. I'm sure this poem is a fact in many, many places--Sadly.
An intriguing insight into the perspective of an entertainer who knows what the story is about for most of the patrons. I think there is more sadness and danger yet to be written when you are ready. This piece is almost narrative but subtly poignant. I enjoyed it from several perspectives.
i really wish, that once, i read one of your poems and i get it from the first time without needing to use a dictionary. very nice poem for great poet.