[A very strange, Allen Ginsburg meets Elizabeth Bishop type of poem. It's definitely different, which is why I think I like it so much.]

dark smiles reflected in the riviera waters.
moonlight mixes with the waves,
the firefly brightness of the night life behind us
leaving us in the wakes of cool shadows.

we love it here. on the fringes,
where our feet get wet and sandy—
the businessmen do not appreciate the beauty
of everything pruny! maybe we are
a bit crazy.

he dances in black to a music
i cannot hear above the waves,
dogpiling against the shore.
a disco vampire.
what a laugh.

i, draped in white,
look like jesus.
i can be honest.
but i cannot dance—
like a vampire on the bank,
or a tourist in the city.
and it all comes down to that.
once you stop dancing,
you’re fucked.