Word of the Day Challenge #77-Untitled Poem

Grotesque

leering faces

drool dripping

liver flacid lips

pursed

desiring

chasing that final kiss.

Words

promises made

money flashed

as thought that could erase

reality

of shriveled bodies

wherein resides ego

which equates to strength

to power

within.

Float along

haze of despair

bought or sold

there are bills to pay.

Actresses all

ignoring the vile looks

groping hands

alcohol laced whispers

walking through

knowing their place.

He is the worst.

Stand aside.

Let me at him.

Porky Pig and his retinue.

Ribald jokes

roaring laughter

eyes meet eyes

and he pulls away.

Come hither

come yon

follow me here

follow me there

follow me out

for my dear…..

death has come calling

no repentance for you.

©Nov. 27/19

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