The Fat Dancer

A hole on the letter, you forget to write.
Hide your opulency in a fat movement.
Swing the happy cartilage like a cockroach,
And sing to the aged wood liquor.

The big Black Lady is always open,
Like a Babylon whore playing an old tune.
Dance you life away, until she kisses you,
On the mouth of Love’s End.

Music : Big Black Mariah - Tom Waits

*All Photos by Alice