Carlos Gardel Sings Better Every Day. Poem by Alistair Plint

Chafing laundry
across an
old-stilted-block
Berthe Gardes
spilled
midsummer-lyrics
and arrangements
into the
crisp-baroque-ambiance
Birds
stopped in their journey
to relish the
splendor in her
lone voice

Her sin
giving birth to a
bastard-phenomenon
whose baritone cylinders
would ignite the
midnight market
Later
imploding an airplane
A curious defeat
of voyage

Ending an
epoch of
musical-virtuosity
Propelling an
indulgence of
lust-filled-appetite

In
smoke-stained-bars
the world mourned
to the sounds of
orgasmic-cadence

Which continues
to drench
open legs of
Latin-pirouetting
worldwide


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