Sunday, March 03, 2013
Jimbo and Jilly
tangoed. The ticket!
She whore-attired,
splash-flashy.
He, stylish Gaucho!
I don’t like saying
they came in so last!
“And after all that
freakin work!” spat
Jilly. Head sunk, knife-
knees wide. Mid paper cups strewn
across the dance hall basement.
“This just the new beginning!” main-
tained he, shakily finger-combing
hair for Travolta’s look. I know.
I know. Our two misunderstood all
subtleties to say the very least. But a lot
commences from humiliation, even as most
tried trapping them forever more inside
this doltishly bizarre sliver of time.
One day they muse on their once watery
selves: a couple confident and winning.
Let’s not movie-ize. A few Firsts only. Though
one in Argentina. Mostly Seconds and Thirds. But
World-Class being admirable in any art, especially
for two buzzed kids with
less than nothing
at the start.
tangoed. The ticket!
She whore-attired,
splash-flashy.
He, stylish Gaucho!
I don’t like saying
they came in so last!
“And after all that
freakin work!” spat
Jilly. Head sunk, knife-
knees wide. Mid paper cups strewn
across the dance hall basement.
“This just the new beginning!” main-
tained he, shakily finger-combing
hair for Travolta’s look. I know.
I know. Our two misunderstood all
subtleties to say the very least. But a lot
commences from humiliation, even as most
tried trapping them forever more inside
this doltishly bizarre sliver of time.
One day they muse on their once watery
selves: a couple confident and winning.
Let’s not movie-ize. A few Firsts only. Though
one in Argentina. Mostly Seconds and Thirds. But
World-Class being admirable in any art, especially
for two buzzed kids with
less than nothing
at the start.
Labels: Argentina, Gaucho, Tango, Tango Competition, Travolta, World-Class
