She could fit a whole egg,
Shell and all, in her mouth.
She bent over, leaped, kicked and danced across the stage.
The red and green lights shone across her face
And her blonde hair danced in the smokey air.
The egg stayed in her mouth,
When she smiled, her red lips pulled back over that white strangeness.
The music was too loud, I was too close to the stage.
I watched as she danced and jerked, kicked her legs high.
My mind travelled away from this dark room
To the coast, on holiday when we spent the afternoon
Walking on the sand and watching the baby climb the stones.
A drunk bumps into me and wakes me up.
He swears at me and then spits on his own shoe.
The girl, dancing, held the egg in her mouth still.
I looked around at the strange crowd, men mostly, some drunk.
An old man and a woman were dancing in the corner to the music
The woman looked like she could do better than here.
It was a room of rejects.
A midget stood by the cigarette machine,
He wore a rubber Donald Trump mask and smoked a cigarette.
The woman on stage climbed a metal pole and slipped,
The egg shot from her mouth
And bounced off the stage.
The egg was made of rubber. It rolled around the ground
And knocked against my boot.
No one seemed to notice.
A thin man, who smelled like sweat
Ran up to me and whispered
Where is the egg?
I pointed to the ground.
The thin man bent down, picked it up and threw it back to the woman,
Who put it back in her mouth.
I left that sad room and stood on the street,
The keen neon lights burned red like fires,
One neon light was the image of a naked woman
And the traffic shot along the road, in a city cold and without compassion for life.
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