Poem -
Number 87
Vigil for Celestial Vestals
a pink light flashes tonight
it's not on top of a tree
it's the number on a street
where the lonely men will go
men so deeply full of rejection
needing to be affirmed through their erection
men who feel inadequate in relationship
the ones who know no other way to relate
men who feel like pure meat
meet with other meat to eat
to release the tension of empty personality
to for a fee feel free temporarily
i sigh for the women and their clients
who live on the margins in silence
surely the barrier of rubber reenforces
the coldness of a plastic world
there's more intimacy from a poker machine
it's not my call but their choices
still i hope they have a blessed christmas
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" ...men who feel like real meat.." Superb! Write On!
Thanks AA.
It's kinda sad but understandable at the same time.
SHALOM
al Bikaadi