Tag: Night Wandering by Eliza Rae

golden sandals with tiny
white shells, blistered heels,
pattering down a cracked
sidewalk with bright lights
gazing upon wandering eyes
greasy from the humid sun
as whiskey air fills the sky;

black lace dress like a toxin
with short leather jackets
galloping in the midnight wind,
dancers with heels to high
corners rock with pounding bass
drum beats with sticks on tubs
shouting gospel and blues

trumpets scream as the tired painters
plaster oil, slick, with putrid stench
of sulfur, piercing oiled noses
senses transfixed upon towering
buildings with marble stone, crumbling
gargoyles staring in rafters;
illuminating the masquerade
below as the golden clock
ticks two o’clock.