3/7/08 - 5:14 pm

Elvis is staring
at me
from the left butt cheek
of a woman.

Bob Marley rides her crack
while David Bowie
takes residence
on her right butt cheek.

It's an Andy-Warholian pattern
in greens and blues
on her skirt,
and these musicians
stare at me
while she stares ahead
at the band playing.

Sometimes
they even shimmy
as she sways
and the folds
of the cloth dance.
But mainly they stare.