Apparatus on a Brass Pole

Fifteen frowning George Washington’s for an entree of debauchery. Promiscuous amorality swindling naive strangers for coin. Faux victims with prowess in sexual persuasion. Decrepit veterans laugh and flirt with loneliness. Neon flashes decelerate movements. Desensitized humanity projected on the monotonous scene of a lustful dance: Faded beauty sweats and twists on a brass pole, soft breasts jiggle in fleshy misdirection, protrusion of artificial shallowness from an altered thorax, buttocks rotates in spasms under blue blindness, Slender oily legs kick in an upward stretch. Click-clacking of striped and solid balls on smooth green velvet, smacking into four brown leather holes. Exaggerated leaning with practice; grasping carved wooden sticks in poised attack with mathematically angled strikes. Plumes of purple cigar smoke gradually expanding outward under dim red lamps. Spilt alcohol and corn nuts huddle underneath an empty table near the wall. ATM machines purr violently, coughing blood on customers. Lone behemoth wheezes lingo toward innocents between his every gurgled inhalation; slumped on a lopsided stool near the front door; neatly stacking crumpled finances into a rusty box. Poverty stricken debutante: calm autumn hair, moist vermillion lips, green gaze melting soulless blue, Miniature stature seductive posture. Sore stroll in black heels, deteriorated Mona Lisa with wisdom of reality’s cesspool. Riding harmonious up-and-down up-and-down on the same striped couch in company of swooning crows.