a billion feted gala nights
of dinners and stars,
sparkling wine,

a buzz in the air
and a hum
from the podium mike
excite the ear

waiters with red towels
brush by
with pitchers of water

and whip up a breeze
of hairspray, perfume,
sweat, cheddar cheese

men with rented tuxes
wiggle in seats
to wriggle their dicks
in riding briefs

scrunched in seats
in tables and legs
too close together

they leave one by one
to lazy applause
to pick up awards

their gala night over,
half-open vests
they run the gauntlet
of half-eaten chicken breasts

c. 2001, 2008 Evan Gilling


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