Carmen and Deb:
The circus begins at 8PM
We unleash the music's engine
An electric powered mechanism of cables, sound board, lap top, mics, and speakers
Strings, bellows, and air keep the merry-go-rounds within a merry-go-round a spinning ronda
Every night a new city, with wooden-floored parking lots where dancers pay their $10 to coast on a counterclockwise carousel, riding beats up and down, embracing their black, white, and red colored ponies
Gated spaces, mirrored and dimly lit, we walk the centrifuge for miles and miles into the wee hours of the morning, all for the main attraction: the tango roller coaster's elusive high
Or is the biggest draw the hot chicks with their black lace and colored satins, painted lips, tawny shoulders, white pants, round seats and exposed thighs?