black batman

he wore the fur lined cape 

of the black bat man

into the disco 

the music so loud 

it made a perfect circle

down on the dance floor

he moved through the crowd 

like liquid snow

steam coming off his cheeks

he shook hands 

with the bartender

the black hands of desire

the place would burn to the ground

less than three weeks later

killing most of them

but tonight wasn’t made for that sort of thing

tonight wasn’t made for worrying

about a future that would never arrive

tonight was made for michelob

and benson and hedges

and hand jobs in the black

back part of the club and

whatever else the world

had to throw into our way