Saratoga Sang Tonight (in Progress)

Saratoga sang my folly
while I
tamed a bartender with whip and chair.

But I lost that fight and
left at sunrise
with mangled panties and tangled hair.

My crime scene sheets and fingerprinted neck
reminded me of you when I stripped the next
night.

In the three ring bazaar of my bedroom
the aerialists and contortionists sin in
the spotlight.