Small town, status quo

Dirty secrets, known by all.

Daddy, she murmured,

surely, the more I get, the more I deserve.

 

For a moment

her eyes held a diamond line.

 

There’s a world of cameras waiting for me

where men talk of more than the

size of their paycheques

and less of their thin wives

or skittery kids;

where bellies don’t dance on their

belts as they walk

and a wink in the morning

don’t mean a headline by night;

where dollars respect the weakness I have:

all that glitters

deserves to be in my pocket.

 

It just needs my foot on the gas.

 

All that’s sticky, he chuckled,

deserves to be in your mouth.

She dropped the lollipop

out the car window

and unzipped his fly.

He counted out notes from his wallet - 

a necklace, a bracelet, a link in the chain.

A radio crooner lied about love.

A dinner got thrown in the bin.

 

As he mussed her hair,

the small town sighed,

the balance held

and fortune and fame went begging.

Reviews

[Walk away slow poet]

WOW such a powerful, deep sad write. Vivid imagery in this. Well written