Callomania

I was thinking about your big rush again

Was a friendly bear with brunette toes

And ugly as two virtuous uncles drinking to the beat

All the time spent eye teasing whilst fingering the rim of your cocktail

A premeditated buzz found inside your glass

One whispers softly about the caricatures you trade for the translucent bottles you want

It was close but never close enough

You dance around the cabaret expect to keep your place in line

Instigation held at red, turns green when you want it to but you don’t want to

Just keep your heels on tonight

Mediocrity among spaces into the rejection