Friday, March 10, 2006

Sin-city.

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She slithers
through the night
and hides
the grim grime

as the city glitters
and bears
a false smile

soul-dead inside;

A baby wails
behind locked doors
its business as usual
as the Limos roll;
Her mother's heart
trips, the tight vice
constricts;

'Its money
babe'!

He snorts at her.
'Get in the car,
do some bz'ness,
just
part your legs
then you can go,
babe!'


And
the baby wails

behind
locked doors.

1 comment:

SPECKLED_BAND said...

Lovely picture, and lovely accompanying poem!

Glad to see you back, been a while!

JJ.