The Absence of Wavelength

Speaking To Strippers

Speaking To The Lonely Strippers

Why unburden your soul
To the damaged stripper
Holding the pole in thong,
Bedazzled by sweaty glitter,
Nipples bared, blush-red,
When you don't see her broken heart,
Masked in its agony of sweet grinding
In the room,
On the chair,
Over your pressed pants
To rhythms thick with bass,
Produced by empty minds
Earning their own bottom dollars, while
Masturbating regurgitated words
To a lonely, uglier audience deprived
Of sex, of love, just
Like you, lifelong?
You could at least tip more
than the recommended gratuity.


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7.18.21 final edits
19 lines, freeverse

I used to lust. Now, I want to hug them all. Speaking to myself as the party of the first part. Just think inner dialogue.