In the blacklight runs the DJ tintacks
Under a bleak mirrorball of millennium spin
See how it goes under, the smooth sea of expectation
Jackbooted magicians and every buffoon’s prestige
Rabbits in hats and final stares.
Just raise them up to default settings
For who should sit here, be there, come where?
We will decide at the nearest dumbshow
Roll dice until they fall off tables, roll cigars
Around black frocks, who will dance in uniform
Pay to see the maid undress beneath a keyhole moon?
Breaking crystal across the speakeasy
See them walking, talking
You like the bunting and confetti?
Strange fruit is strangers
Across the room.