Specialty Recap Episode

a little poop-breathed slice of heaven
exploiting students on 
"I Love My Dog" blogs
touching achy boobs for AIDS cycles
hear this: us rising on a wave
keyed-in digital flame
licking upward like fingers 
on the neck of a keytar
tinsel wigs and magic glasses
smile singing, mouth sync'ing
in a tiny red cotton & black vinyl room
vast and inconceivable points rotating
ceiling fan making 
a clockwise vortex in the air
invisible yet perceptible
poop-breath panting
under hot studio cans
mylar background sagging
with every burnt minute
subsidized strip shows
toe dancing Manhattan
making magick happen