Walker

She floats up and down the heartbreak sidewalks Hungry, looking for the golden ticket from the Next john that might not hurt her but instead Rescue her from the depravity of the life she lives. Everyone is happy, everyone is free, she thinks Coasting and mingling with her fellow walkers Of the night....a typical situation....she vibrates And is alive with her erotic beauty and she Is frightening to look at in all her glory....Only If she had glory, to leave this tunnel of love That never ends....her Ned to produce, to Buy the little vial of prudence, is foremost. She bends over cars smiling, glowing, so Sincere in her effort to offer the family man theFantasy of rebirth and explosion of a frenzied, Sweaty moment to be sent home sated and guilty. She is so lonely for what it used to be like.... Was she ever a child playing with strings and Golden things or did she just one day manifest Herself into this life of solitude and ugliness? Daylight comes blaring the start of another Dingy day and crystal pipes to ease her Guilt and shame with the knowledge that Darkness will come and she will walk her mile.