a hooker on her first night out
is this date like other dates?
a scribble in her diary
first time…no man seemed worth the pain
i was so keen to endure
then he and another and him
And that one, o boy
tonight, she’ll bare her moans
to a man
who’ll pay her green, she needs.
“what kinda jerk am i about to meet?”
sweat laddered pot belly
porcupine hair, piercing her insides
eyes pressed shut, twitched face
pearl harbor, hiroshima, finally the cold war
she mocked often her ex-boyfriend never timed more than 8 1/2 minutes,
tonight, she got no choice but frown
if her client lasts longer than she anticipates
intoxicated, infused by a pill
outside a shadowy hotel, neon lit
her countless thoughts pause
she turns to her pimp behind the wheel
he’s got two bits of advice for her and a threesome pack
her savior for the night and many nights to follow
14 thoughts on “Mottled Night”
Ak. We lived in Bangkok.
Ah! I was contemplating “Thailand Joy” for title
that’s a rough reality. whew. well written
Thank you Chuck.
I felt the dreariness and dreaminess of the night. Great composition.
Thank you John
the de-sensitivation that these women must get to what should a beautiful act is so saddening
Quite true. I asked “What would you like, if you had a choice..money, clothes.. ”
she said “at least for a year, no men around me…just be someplace by myself, anyplace..I’m exhausted”
Thank you Michele