Lady Dada In The Hit Parade

it was Friday and the Baroness had lost the yacht
she had abandoned it hove to in Juan-les-Pins
along with her snowy white Pomeranian husky
that matched the cargo of cocaine for distribution in Cannes

huit heures found her siphoning soda into her Scotch
in the Café le Dome far from New York but near her Parisian home
after sampling the sample her entitled body was sweating
as she awaited sweet Caresse her partner in crime

man those rays of moonlight froze and fused them forever
as they softly floated the two blocks to Les Bains Douches
in their favourite candlelit Hammam they gleamed and steamed
till the stars spangled like snowflakes in the dawn’s early light



Julian Isaacs
Picture Hannah Höch







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