The Undressing Room

There is no escaping
The aroma that blankets the face

Clothing is the only mask
One’s body can cling to

Women prepare to perform
With an immobile partner

Motionless as the sun that rests
On the opposite side of the globe

A name is announced; the speakers go
Breathless until repetitive audio arrangements

Burp away the pause; the
Audience views glow-in-the-dark bras

Two women board the stage
Before men huddling it’s edge

To witness survival climbing
For Dollars fondling fingers before they’re flicked

A man tosses a batch skyward, the drop
Is a parachute army more attracting to the eye

Than exposed breasts
Acting as chest ornaments

—–

“Security” – otherwise his shirt is plain;
He rips the “Hiring” sign to crumbs
Too many damn applicants his boss told him
We’ll never run out of new women

– Eric McCarty (4/5/2012)

Tuesday’s post: Kites (4/3/2012)

4 thoughts on “The Undressing Room

  1. Thanks Scott, I appreciate the love. I always try to keep up with your work too. I feel guilty though because I haven’t had much of a chance to keep up with everyone’s lately.

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