she wafts in beauty like the night

nov moon 4
we sweep up the glitterati
leavings of stars and nincompoops
as the saxophone scales the walls
we watch the old admiral
walrused and obviated
dressed in his epauletual finery
slow dance with his kohl cased mistress
(she of the redundant hips
and sway
making beggars of her winsome knees)
he hums the foibled tune
played by the jambalaya jubilee band
waltz of the fallow field
and we all dig it
yes, we dig it
with silver spoons and chicken bones
the jackknifed furrows
dark and deep
under the flagrant magnolia moon