Air Hums
Jets of smoke
In the hot haze
Of a half lit room
Spade skin
shovelled on tan
high-leg boots
the dancer went on
And the men whacked
bloody well hot
blinking none stop
Boyish grin , obsessed
with the promise of nothing
The power remained with
''Armourer''
The privet dancer
In a sleazy bar
where she beheld
Silver arrows
with gold spells
That man could not
touch and never hold
Perplexedly
there punishment
Jets of smoke
In the hot haze
Of a half lit room
Spade skin
shovelled on tan
high-leg boots
the dancer went on
And the men whacked
bloody well hot
blinking none stop
Boyish grin , obsessed
with the promise of nothing
The power remained with
''Armourer''
The privet dancer
In a sleazy bar
where she beheld
Silver arrows
with gold spells
That man could not
touch and never hold
Perplexedly
there punishment