by any other name…

by any other name

though
they
walk the halls
of
congress
as
representatives
of
the people
we typically
find them
enaging
agreeing
or
offering to engage
in
dubious
conduct
and
behavior
in
return
for
a fee
if they walked
the streets
they’d be
called
something else

poetry session with accidental tourists…

poetry session with accidental tourists

side street jivers
small time hoods
afraid of the hood
so
hangout
in unclaimed territories
where police patrol
an unpaid protection
from
gangs
and
undesirable pimps
pimps
who bring down
land values
with women
and
men
wearing last year’s wardrobe
of broken dreams
car horns
blare briefly
requesting
newly arrived
imported products
from international labs
or
upscale suburban labs
owned by
the same
corporations
as those abroad
but
delivered without
transportation cost
to dock workers
on their way
to unload ships
full of american flags
made in china
on their way home
via dimly lit bars
barrooms
adorned with
custom-made blondes
who sway
to half-heard music
from speakers soaked
with beer
and
stale saucy fantasies
fantasies
that help to drain
your uncle’s bank account
or
the guy next to you in bed
doesn’t matter
he or she
just the state of affairs
of affairs
common sexual fantasies
played out nightly
without regard
to sexual preference
nationality
gender
race
or
religion

by any other name…

i was telling
aunt bea
that
in
some countries
prostitution
has been
legalized
and
that
according
to a history
program
i saw
the church
was once involved
in the business
for
quite
some time
aunt bea
looked
at me
like
i was
some kind
of fool
and
said
child
we’ve had
legalized prostitutes
in this country
for years
but
we call them
politicians

polish up your convention buttons…

all
i heard
was
aunt bea saying
i just can’t
believe that
i just can’t
believe
that
I was fairly certain
she’d received
bad news
another old friend
passing
i prepared myself
to console her
entering the kitchen
she
was smiling
and said
you’ll never believe
who’s going
to the republican convention
you know that
lady
of the night
next door
well she’s been
recruited
of course
discreetly
by an unnamed hotel chain
she’s quite excited
since she hasn’t been
to new orleans
she needs you
to pickup her mail
that week
seems like
thumping
on the bible
isn’t
the only thing
on those folks’ mind

your night of pleasure…

 

the chains
that bind her to this bed
are not part
of some
fantasy role-playing game
though
she
is
offered
for
your entertainment
you
must understand
this is
my
business
her chains
are as real
as the chains
that bind you
to the prostitutional bed
of your career
the difference being
as a pimp
i get
a lower
percentage
than
yours

During the next few days, I will be on holiday…yes again…so I will be posting very few comments on your blogs…however I shall continue to post new poems here and hope that you will enjoy them.  Until then, cheers!

perspective of a portrait…

 A Classic Art ChallengeHere we are at the second round of another poetry challenge between my good friend  Jade and myself. This time, the writing will be prompted by five paintings, ranging from classical to modernist. We hope you will enjoy this as much as we do!

Today’s painting is: Portrait of Adele Bloch-Bauer I by Gustav Klimt completed in 1907

Portrait of Adele Bloch Bauer by Gustave Klimt

over the years
i have seen
so many faces
staring into my eyes
and have felt
so many envious hands
touching me
i have seen those i’ve loved
carried off to gas chambers
while i was taken prisoner
uncertain of my future
i wandered around
travelling even to america
i asked to go home
even writing it down
but no one would listen
as if my voice
could not be heard
from my grave
i stare out now
at a whole new world
i am now a slave
an object to be ogled
by every passing person
envied for my constant beauty
but no one can see
the sadness i have inside
nor do they care
i think some times
that the oldest profession
is not prostitution
but betrayal
recall what happened
in the garden of eden