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Click hereMango sliced on hotel china
perfumes heavy Malay air
condensation beads on a silver knife
fall in perfect drops
Muffled door slam and stumbling laughter
nudge memories when
smoking and drinking
had no guilt
hangovers lasted only 24 hours
and the only person calling anyone daddy
was paid to do so
Easy enough to slip downstairs
where single malt
single girl
elixirs
coax graying egos
into testosterone gods
expert in bacchanalian
Insider trading
Maybe tomorrow.
Today, there is the fruit plate.
Evocative of a different place (different for me, anyway), and I loved the lines:
the only person calling anyone daddy
was paid to do so
This is my favorite kind of poetry with descriptions of a place and observations with a tone to convey the mood. You wrote this so well that I felt like I was there.