Most Innumerable

Her trembling fingers grip the alley’s brick wall
Lifting her used soul, from cemented junkie knees
As neon-blue hazed, ghostly figures leave her alone to
Escapism demons, spiraling her body like vultures
This hustlers haunt is ornamented with debris
And stink, nasty like the sweating spirit all harried
In transaction disagreed, arrangements seething difficulty
Resolved by red door tricks that are slick and glossy,
Lipstick rouged on black lips cantankerous, needy
Are the sick whose cadavers are living on the line,
Hungered, fixed by a warm kiss from the brown
Juice that welcomes her home in the arms of substance
Pleasure, begot in sin and lies, memories chucked
In a landfill surplus, full of dreads, most innumerable


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