20S & 40S MEET FOR ONCE

Sheer jazz shedded the champagne; frock extant waft, Aureate as axe shaft. Glitz gold gushing fie’ry on their attire; sound laughters, And flush cadence flatters. Averred swell scene, flappers run the street after all. Lust— enmity in thrall. Hapless dug trenches, their mind stuck in the forties. War-worn khaki lorries.   Enharmonic desertion skulks the lasting fills Who roams. It thrills Like chipped-glass lattice— preps once mused.  They could not Mind the form, it just blott’d.   I dig the maestro deifying the rife riff— A kind of crooked glyph— Miring boots of some, while rain shields the laden loads, Decades erode like modes.