That disgraceful house on Rush st.

They descended from a cloud of rainbows,
sliding into my room on sunbeams.
Geselle rolled down her black nylons and
sang "When You Go Away" in french.
Monique dressed up like a maid and
fluffed my pillows.....while Annette praised
my....feet with poetic license.

Their translucent wings beat to a strange
drum as they marched around my birthday
One by one they each gave me a present.

Suddenly they gathered together,
glittering like a school of junebugs and
ascended into the great blue abyss.

Sometimes, in the deep night
where Mars sits with Venus,
I can hear them singing and dancing,
around and around in twinkling starfields, laughing,

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