Magnetic Pole Exposition

Magnetic Pole Exposition

A Poem by Raymond Federle
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Some adult language

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The theater of painted harlots

Dances within hungry eyes

Flashes of pale downy flesh

Cause lascivious thoughts to rise


The lights dim and the curtains close

The patrons make their exits

Home to white picket fences

Guarding nuclear families


Behind the stage cries a young girl

Not yet seventeen

Streaks of kohl mar the features

Desperate to not be seen


She does it for the money

That feeds a baby girl

But as she walks down the street

Cruel glances wound her world


The next night she dances pole,

Falls and cannot rise

Men jeer as their paid w***e stumbles

Contempt of sorrow undisguised


They go home to warm houses,

Kiss their kids and f**k their wives

While in a dark room silent tears

Drowning in lost innocence and lies


They go home to warm houses,

Smile brightly, kiss their spouses,

While in a dark room a lost girl cries,

And slits her wrists to touch the sky

© 2014 Raymond Federle


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i have known several who support themselves doing this....and even when they feign happiness,there is a certain sadness...because they do feel used, they feel so objectified...and in the back room, they do cry.

this moved me immensely.

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Raymond Federle

11 Years Ago

Thank you Jacob! :)
I'm down with the theater of painted Harlots. I think it's a strip joint in Vegas, I'm not sure.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Raymond Federle

11 Years Ago

YA.. I'm down wit dat as well...minus the underage strippers... where do we think we are?!?!? The Ph.. read more
I particularly liked the wording of the first stanza, love your word choices, especially lascivious; another word I don't feel gets enough use, like a direct reciprocal of Salacious. The inconsistent structure here keeps you on your toes, especially the bit about Nuclear Families, which seems 'almost' out of place. In a way it makes it stand out, so I can't really condemn nor condone this segment. I like the way you depict the hypocrisy of the men, and really emphasize the lost of her innocence, much too young for that kind of world. I could almost see the contempt twisted snarls of the men (A sensation I get often when reading Kafka). The final bit about slit wrists is a bit over used, especially on here... but I do like the way it is coupled with 'touch the sky', giving it a rather enigmatic if not suggestive implication. All in all, a piece I definitely enjoyed; at least enough to read it several times to absorb it. A good sign from someone who often struggles in appreciating poetry.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Nusquam Esse

11 Years Ago

Exuberance, Jubilation, and Forced Ostentatious Conviviality for all, I do declare! (seriously... t.. read more
Baby Ricochet

11 Years Ago

I'm from the south. I say it with a southern accent
Nusquam Esse

11 Years Ago

Tsk... Indian is southern... ;)

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Raymond Federle
Raymond Federle

Cumberland, MD



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I've always been a jack of all trades. I've been a poet, author, social commentator, comedian, online gamer, pod cast host, and Youtuber. I've had a class A license to drive semi truck over the road. .. more..

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