Fancy Night Romp Poem by Dizzy Darling

Drinking from a cracked cup full of my tears
Drops of vintage rue filling up in years..
A horn moaned past my porch this evening
and three more followed it, I say the hounds
are out tonight.
The echos rung out over Des Moins, a woman
with legs for days giggles in the penny arcade,
The perfume of the night
Tender Godiva thrown from her horse
into gardens of jasmine
on nothing sacreds wing of benzedrine
dreams.