which often lingers

well after the

mushroom cloud disappears

and all life

begins to smell

disgustingly of cabbage

of scented candles

like a brothel

at it's busiest

on bankers lunches

and champagne regurgitated

with caviar chunks

and sauteed crabs

from pubic incendaries

and public indecencies

in storefront windows

and crowded sidewalks

along main thoroughfares

and back alleys

even pleasure playgrounds

with enjoyable lapdances

except for spiked

dog collars worn

around each thigh

for masochist lapsitting