poem: balanchine moonrush

withering hijinks,
meriwether fortissimo,
dobro backpedaling
down this rainy road,
asphalt Balanchine
(he the one done
tole ya):
after the moonrush
we wuz fived
to the dime,
Ansel squattin' down the line,
waitin' for the lights ta change,
all of us film school
rejects, pawning life
& times, wound up
pissants squallin' till
the tides done turned:
you, Mr. Pants all
fulla yourself,
western front diesel mama
sez go and the goin'
gits get:
under the umbrella, life
takes nuance one step
beyond passion into
crosstown rivalries,
laptop entropies,
fare thee well vagaries -
it's all in the possum -
shine up your shoes,
ape the latest tape,
take the vim with
the Maginot line,
two times its need
to haggle, fancy calculations
press the flesh,
interpolate the blonde
Giselle who comes back
for the holiest damn holy roller.