Ethereal effervescence,
material male presence.
Testosterone bouncing off the walls.
Sing your ephemeral auto-tune
out of tune
saga of sagacious rhyme.
Eager evanescence,
guys stream in,
segue out.
The dance floor minions
command the dominion.
Raise your hands,
lower inhibitions.
Strike a pose for the night.
It’s all a blur.
Stephen Schwei is a Pushcart-nominated Houston poet with Wisconsin roots, published in Wax Poetry & Art, Beneath the Rainbow, Hidden Constellation, Borfski Press, and the New Reader Magazine. He has published one volume of poetry, Bluebonnet Whispers. A gay man with three grown children and four wonderful grandchildren, who worked in Information Technology most of his life, he can be a mass of contradictions. Poetry helps to sort all of this out. www.stephenschwei.com
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