AUGUST

 

Hanging by threads in a dream

An ancient, naked puppet dance takes place

Slowly feet lifting and hands clapping mechanically

A curtsy, A bow

Life courses through wooden pallets but who is painting?

Heads tilting

Knees bending

Thighs tense

Stomachs taught, smack

Robot asses kiss wooden heads

 The swaying begins

Touch on, tickle off

And so on

They fuck

Pulling strings

On stage for all to see

Dangling from the beam posts of suspended reality

Falling in love with the breaths on the end of a rope

Audience applauds loudly

Even a standing ovation from some

Dipping and bowing the couple exit stage left

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