08-10-2011, 02:46 AM
They drift on past the bourgeoisie,
kiss the host and bend the knee
to nonchalantly, make their presence known;
Chanel, Lancôme, designer pheromone
exuding from their silky napes.
Legitimized, respected drunks
showing off their social pedigrees
while all the twisted family histories,
lie folded, hidden, tucked away,
and locked in golden steamer trunks.
I.C.Soria
©2011
