roams in shined shoes
ties a little loose
unraveling
down their fronts
like embroidered bibs
one goes to spit
another steps in it
a communal gesture
they clasp hands loudly
howl in garbled tones
and liquefy their bones
the opera is long over
night slipped in instantly
confusion on a mass scale
like dude, where are we
what the hell was that
who do we think we are?
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