Hooker Lament

She tries to remain rigid

even as her mouth continues to move

like strips of asphalt softening

through the pounding of life’s traffic

She tries to witch her tricks

as ancient strong hips

move like palm trees in cyclonic after-storm

battered

in want of rest

Nightly lust reigns

as she vies to just be

Her heart stops

storms of her childhood

children of her born

all betray the face

once with imaginings

now of only forced smiles

routines that die the death

over

and over

Dreams of forever

trying to live out the past

avoid the present

visualize a future

all…

still trying to remain rigid

bracing for tomorrow’s

hooker lament