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Nov 24, 2009
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Beatnik Moments Of Clarity In Night City
walking on Rush
back in Night City after midnight
bars muffled by cold and traffic
hunched clots of shoulders bowing in the wind
freezing off the lake
I slid by a canyon alley narrow between scrapers
and glimsped
dark beauty, round curves tight
swelling breasts and full lips
wide hips
oval face lit by orange
sodium light
in pit of night
flushed hard with business
and boredom
gaze turned away from grunting john
to me
her bangles beating time to thrust
clicking time in darkness
ticking time for
someone else's lust
Our eyes connected for
a briefest moment
we came together
at the center
of the instance and
I knew
fragility masked by hardened need
loneliness shrouded by fake desire
desperation fed by endless want
and hatred for a stranger's paying touch
before the mask slipped back
and I was looking at
just another grasping whore
face sunk with too much anonymity
mouth hard
eyes and eyebrows
asking if I wanted to be next
and she was gone
my footsteps ringing
taking me back into the welcome
dark again
back in Night City after midnight
bars muffled by cold and traffic
hunched clots of shoulders bowing in the wind
freezing off the lake
I slid by a canyon alley narrow between scrapers
and glimsped
dark beauty, round curves tight
swelling breasts and full lips
wide hips
oval face lit by orange
sodium light
in pit of night
flushed hard with business
and boredom
gaze turned away from grunting john
to me
her bangles beating time to thrust
clicking time in darkness
ticking time for
someone else's lust
Our eyes connected for
a briefest moment
we came together
at the center
of the instance and
I knew
fragility masked by hardened need
loneliness shrouded by fake desire
desperation fed by endless want
and hatred for a stranger's paying touch
before the mask slipped back
and I was looking at
just another grasping whore
face sunk with too much anonymity
mouth hard
eyes and eyebrows
asking if I wanted to be next
and she was gone
my footsteps ringing
taking me back into the welcome
dark again
— Race_9togo, Nov 24, 2009
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themoonman
16 years 6 months ago
Jim...
Race_9togo
16 years 6 months ago
Richard
Poetree
16 years 6 months ago
Brilliant!!!
Race_9togo
16 years 6 months ago
You're welcome.
Seren
16 years 6 months ago
Dearest Jim
Race_9togo
16 years 6 months ago
Hi Jayne
Lunegirl
16 years 6 months ago
This is a wicked read, i
Race_9togo
16 years 6 months ago
Thanks vix
Race_9togo
16 years 6 months ago
Thanks Kalig
bjp
16 years 6 months ago
Dear Jim,
Race_9togo
16 years 6 months ago
Brian
Benjamin1987
16 years 6 months ago
This is one of the best
Race_9togo
16 years 6 months ago
Thank you Ben
Cloudthings
16 years 6 months ago
you have dissected the tragic condition with detached compassion
Race_9togo
16 years 6 months ago
Anni!
lyz
16 years 5 months ago
Dear Jim
Race_9togo
16 years 5 months ago
Thanks Lyz,
Esker
16 years 1 month ago
to lovelies
Race_9togo
16 years 1 month ago
Hey Org