getting lucky

they were
a tag team
mother &
daughter
lounge act
cruising out
of town
low life's
conventioneers
sad sack losers
& their friends
hoping to hook
up for the night
wedding rings
safely tucked
inside electric
shaving kits-
once inside
the motel
room getting
lucky would
mean fortunate
to leave town
alive though
explaining what
happened
to the ring
when he got
home would take
care of the being
alive part


Working Girl

Small sips are
all she can manage
taken from brown
bagged Tall Boy
beers too tired to
move from this
spot in the sun
her eyes permanently
bagged clothes
wrinkled dirty
hair uncombed
a mess as always
burned out beyond
belief well into
her middle age in
her twenties yet
somehow ageless
this sad eyed
lady on leave
from fucking
the endless armies
of the night


The Big Sister

They let her out
again to deliver
her third.  How many
times had she been
caught hooking?
Her rap sheet said
seven times so
multiply that by
a thousand and you've
got an idea how business
was and how man
communicable diseases
she had been exposed to.
Home she could rest
and prepare for
the blessed event doing
jays with her brother
the pusher and her
mother the drunk.

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