BLACK AND BLUE LINING
AT THE HEADHUNTERS' CAFE
Here's the borderland and the
wonderland too. Bullshit forever
is free. I have found no meaning
any longer in space : cry, cry,
the whippoorwill says.
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Let's watch the girls line up
at the window; this club takes
and all in. They pull up in black
promenade cars, settle out, get
drunk and tip the driver. Twice.
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Ninety-nine battles of queers on
the wall. Take one down and pass
it around. Ninety-eight battles of
queers on the wall. All the rest?
Pure Goldschlager to you.
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