One Legged Cha Cha, by Barry Comer

One Legged Cha Cha

She took Larnaca and
blistered walls,
her middle east.   The antiseptic’ s suicide;
she wanted a clean demise.   So get ready,
here comes the show;
a 1 a 2 a 3.   White cleans the soul,
un cap de flammes and sweat.   And noir; well, that’ s the color,
of eternal soul.   She danced cha cha,
with a one legged man.   Ils ont dansé toute la nuit;
to the heat.

poems.one - Barry Comer

Barry Comer