MIAMI #1:

Midnight bikinis,
Motorcades of slow chrome,
Rubber,
Metal,
Paint-jobs,
Body shop perfect,
Engines purring,
Cruising canyons of white facades,
Architecture with it’s eyebrows plucked,
Pale pastel illuminations,
Muscle stripped to the waste,
It’s cap on backwards,
A girl on each arm,
Everybody going somewhere kickdrum,
Faces caught in the light of curb-side menus,
Skin bronzed in the glow of Red tail cruisers,
Rope lights,
Shag-pile,
Gull-wing Hummers,
Stretched Black,
Engorged on shrieks,
On squeals,
On gasps,
Of girls in satin slips,
Wrists ringed in silver,
Delicate chains,
Last names,
Room numbers,

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Don’t worry

(K)