Jazz noir

  Fumes of cigarettes,

  Red barettes

  Couples dancing ball,

  Tall figures crawl

  Bartender mixing stars

  Lip service on par;

  Deals as shady as a single lady

  Dealt twenty-one

  Vision one-ten

  Order twenty on table ten

  Can the dusk light the brume?

  Trapped in a flusk holding loom

  Cast a rune that might bloom;

  Plastic roses in the room

  In midst of this poignant perfume

  To dupe and groom,

  Any blanc-bec in the room

  Face to back to face,

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  Encore; the dance continues

  Oxytocin clouds the cortisol

  Dutch courage,

  O pint O sire

  Give unto me

  To chase my deepest desire

  As I numb my senses

  As I reach for the branches

  As I fetch my rances

  As I end the rhyme whilst clenching,

  The tranches of my mind,

  Still inclined to the hedonist egoist,

  In front of the bind,

  Toilet mirror tell me, tell me

  Why do I try to understand my plight?

  And try to connect with my might?

  But end up in discontent,

  If cynicism is the result,

  Than this exorcism is a revolt