Swimming with the Circus Freaks

You think I wrote a sestina?
Because I did.
Observe the pattern in the lines.


Type A   "Oh dude, I think I spilled my drink!"
B   "Can you hand me that pink lipstick
C   in the very top left pocket in my purse?"
D   "The guy out there, the really good
E   looking one, got it for me, paid and every
F   thing" "he sure as hell better dance!"

F   We moved like one to the most intense dance,
A   and he didn't care that I had my drink
E   running down my top, or that every
B   one had to help me walk home. Her lipstick?
D   I broke it taking it out of the bag. Good
C   job, Captain!  Unknown fate of the purse.

C  Smeared? Don't think so. It's a leather purse,
F  Oh well! Was that before or after my dance
D  with Jose Cuervo? The less than good
A  morning would be inevitable. But my drink
B  kept coming, and i would lose my lipstick
E  on the edge. The bathroom screamed for me every


E  ten minutes. Bladder empty. Bladder full. Could every
C  one in my liver, take a breather for a minute? I purse
B  my lips as the salt hit a crack. The lipstick
F  stain was less than becmoning. I wanted to dance.
A  Squint. gulp. Squint. gulp. One last drink!
D  He was already on the floor, and he looked good.

D  We flowed with the sounds, and nothing ever felt so good.
E  They all stabbed us, full of curiosity, every
A  ones eyes looked the same. I let them drink
C  it all up. I remembered protection in my purse
F  and how all i wanted to do was to take this dance
B  home, strip naked, and have him remove my lipstick.

B  When I woke up that morning, lipstick
D  was covering all bedroom linens in a really good
F  shade of red. I remembered doggy bag dance
E  partner, but then i knew he was gone, every
C  bit of him. There was an extra beer in my purse.
A  9am, in a robe on the balcony taking a drink.

B    E  I put my lipstick on again and every
D    C  one says "good" so it goes in my purse         
F    A I'm going out again to dance because maybe he'll buy me another drink.