Poem: The Gold Club

If there is a God, he abandoned that home
or
i
did?

Just as I abandoned common sense
The pursuit of life
Liberty
Addiction

a gaudy parade of
flesh

Tiny puckered nipple
A captive audience

Sexy lingerie
A willing body
or
was
she?

Flashing lights and a club
raw sewage under the surface of my soul

If a man doesn’t hurt himself
does    he    exist?

Cash. Skin. White. Black. Cream and tan and everything in between.

What happens when they’re too old
to    be    exploited?

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