Red Lights

red lights blinking rapidly 
I didn't make the connection
as soft music floated unseen 
from cars heaving with undulating motion 
gentle, rhythmic, but forced upon 
as ruby lips pressed into service 
with legs spread wide, most welcoming 
a toll bridge where the final cost 
was negotiated and never preset
lying sighs to the different beats 
hissing throughout the dead of night 
expressing love, but was truly only 
an example of cheap gratification 
seen within heavily mascaraed eyes

wandering slowly, wondering about their lives 
what story or lack thereof brought them to this
fumbling in the back seats of foreign cars 
leather smells, the scent of money 
or cows, depending on how they are perceived
of fish net stockings, with their scaly look
to hook ones attention, with come hither smiles 
even in this seedy world are seen class distinctions
from the two dollar whore to the elegant madam, 
who spreads their legs wide, while she reaps the rewards
untouched by the stench of leftover sex 
that seeps from the pores of the overused 
the numbers counted only upon her gold card
and the status that it so readily affords her
as her girls line up at free clinic doors 
curing the diseases of the body but not the mind 

what of the two dollar girls, lives exploded 
in the harsh glare of the red light district 
of addictions that drive them to sacrifice their bodies 
let alone their souls to feed the hunger 
always present, deep within, gnarling, crawling 
an urge that never subsides, only controls 
they no longer care of what happens to them 
all that remains is the action, or as they lie 
covered with another strangers body, the inaction 
leading only to the ultimate reward of payment 

yes, I visited the seedy underbelly 
asks the questions and wondered aloud 
but as I left looking back to see those blinking lights 
I still made no connection to the lives 
that are so sadly parked upon this lonely road 
that surely leads to nowhere except their ultimate demise
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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