among all of this media chatter about trump and his payment to a porn star is the more visceral understanding that more than visiting a prostitute is the desire to do so. Perhaps it's the fact that they offer far more than sex or comfort but rather something more informal and eccentric. Like poetry perhaps. Plath picked up men just to drive around with them in the car as she mentioned in "The Bell Jar". Not for the infidelity of temptation and not for sex. But because they had no emotional connection to her and for those instances, she didn't have to feel. "Night Shift"? I get it. Heartless passion. dana.
I wrote three poems today. Getting stronger if not better...lol
Posted 7 Months Ago
7 Months Ago
Can't wait to read them, Dana.
I am glad you are getting stronger...and I know your poetry wi.. read moreCan't wait to read them, Dana.
I am glad you are getting stronger...and I know your poetry will always be strong.
You are one of the best this site has seen.
j.
Life is hard
and then you die
two souls briefly touch
one will laugh
one will cry
People gotta do what they gotta do to survive.
Good one j.
Posted 7 Months Ago
7 Months Ago
yes, they gotta do what they gotta do.
others might judge, but they are not in their shoes.read moreyes, they gotta do what they gotta do.
others might judge, but they are not in their shoes.
j.
Great lines
"feels the sweat
pouring from his wallet"
This poem is gritty as life itself. Raw and hard. Prostitution is what we all do, selling ourselves and labors for the sweat from a wallet.
The working girls practicing the world's oldest profession need to make a living too. I mean they have no retirement plan or 401 K. And the nearest they can get to a union is sharing the same pimp. I bear them no ill will while offering them no business either. To them, sex has become a commodity used to survive but they are the real victims of their profession. A thought invoking write, I enjoyed.
Posted 7 Months Ago
7 Months Ago
Yes, nothing but a pimp...and no retirement plan.
j.
Hmmm, this sounds like a night with a lady of the night or a memory from the perspective of a sugar daddy after he realizes that's all he really is and nothing more... sad, really... yet it paints an accurate picture of where many find themselves...
Your somewhat mix of emotions here can be interpreted in different ways by the thoughts, insight and imagination or your different reader, jacob. I think of a job application for the reader with a mind most like like yours: you write to search the how, when. where and what of others' minds to find that lone other being. Perhaps.
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7 Months Ago
I believe that to be true...and I thank you for your words, my friend,
j.
7 Months Ago
My review was far too long-winded, apologies for that even though you trundled though it very kindly.. read moreMy review was far too long-winded, apologies for that even though you trundled though it very kindly!
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Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..