Arsenic Lobster poetry journal
Issue Twenty
Summer 2009
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Everleigh Club
Michael Opperman

The butterflies wore evening gowns
On South Dearborn.

Turning the corner
With the strains of the three string orchestra
Entering my ears.

Eating bonbons. Reading Balzac.

Perfume-sprouting fountains,
18 karat gold spittoons,

full size effigy to Cleopatra (and her grip).

Eschewing the whips -

I will try to understand
Either way.  Maybe you still love me. 

About Michael Opperman

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