The Seven layered gown

Out of the bohemian Volkswagen
Popped a stage with ethnic drapes
The far-famed six-layered gown
Exhibits, at a 40 bucks ticket rate

Countless crowded in
The Magnum opus begins

Curtains open

The cosmetic wearer with bleached skin
Was going to lift each layer in every five spins

The fore reminded me of the tucked-in floral bedsheets

5 fast spins

Second had white flamingos perished from the hunger of crustaceans

5 faster spins

Third spun like a motion-picture viewed through a kinetoscope

5 faster spins

Fourth had koi carps dancing in the great waves off Kanagawa

5 faster spins

Fifth premiered an ancient epic that my parents always wanted to impart

5 fastest spins

The hypnotic sixth, gleaming, binding all the audience in a turquoise dream

But,
In this turquoise dream, right when I was about to live an eternal phantasy
A thought of that tragical face, broke it all with an overwhelming ecstasy

I saw

Below the wizardly layers, from her chest to her hips
A pattern of bleeding whip marks and wolf rips

Curtains closed

I asked the ticket collector about the understated seventh layer she wore
He grinned and said, "gimme twenty-ten-five, 35 bucks
More."
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