Friday, October 17, 2014
Dogcatcher
NOT ALL WHORES ARE SACRED ANYMORE
(howls of rage at moon's reflective
glare)
NOT ALL WHORES ARE SACRED ANYMORE
(a dogcatcher swathed in velvet and
silver)
NOT ALL WHORES ARE SACRED ANYMORE
(whore in white starch knifes whore
in stilettoes; )
NOT ALL WHORES ARE SACRED ANYMORE
(she's buried somewhere near the
edge of page 11. an 8 lined
paragraph.)
NOT ALL WHORES ARE SACRED ANYMORE
(just the ones in the streets who are self-
aware; the rest all think the game brings
them theirs.)(someday.)
NOT ALL WHORES ARE SACRED ANYMORE
(the dogs lap at poisoned meat in the alley,
the crustaceans yearn to crawl back to
the sea.)
NOT ALL WHORES ARE SACRED ANYMORE
(dogcatcher licks hisher lips in anticipation
clutching a blinding veil a snare)
NOT ALL WHORES ARE SACRED ANYMORE
(or even if they are, the populus too
ensnared can't remember how to see
it. )
NOT ALL WHORES ARE SACRED ANYMORE
(Dogcatcher-saboteur to memories of this
way)
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