The House

I'd always heard about a certain location in Manhattan... Truly, it was like going to another world.

"The House"

Muted tones
Browns
Greens
Reds
Subdued
Gluteus Maximus
Flatimus
Yeah, I know
A made up word
But truth
In this den of the forgotten
Clinging
Enticing
With their dollar bills
Bills
Bills
Or so it's thought
Till one understands
Recognizes
Past their vericose existence
And silver hair
Muted
Underneath these lights
With their flattering propensity
Next to these conservative walls
Accentuated
With the vibrancy of youth
As if to say
Be there
But don't
A time so many try to pass
So many have forgotten
So many will never know
In their petticoats and cardigans
Or at least today's equivalent of...

I sat
Danced with my eyes
Moving about the room
Catching periodic stares
As I was sized-up
Till one was so bold as to sit next to me
Until I informed him
There was nothing he could
Should
Or would do for me
And no,
I won't take that drink...

Besides,
We're both a little too old for that game.
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