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Lady Of Leopoldstadt
#1
On the corner she stands,
On the corner she rests,
An eternal tradeswoman, no man's
profession, conservatively dressed

for attending a client. Open
all hours, her legs walk warily,
soliciting surgically, a BMW or Mercedes
slows by, some stop, starting scarily.

A skilled negotiator takes no prisoners
on prices, a transaction haggled hard.
Steelily she steps and enters his car.
A lecherous lunchbreak, just after midday

her shift starts, selling her provisions.
Fifteen, Twenty minutes, Half an hour after
a weakened woman alights, returns from her mission,
hardens herself, resumes her position.

Opposite, a bar, lounge of the night, in windows
more risqué than reality, shackled by stockings, shows
a slutty mannequin inviting men in, an establishment
in a sea of haunting red lights.

It's early evening as i step out my door
nipping down the shops, past the nieghbourhood whore.
Cradling her phone like an infant survivor of a fire,
cigarette rising to her mouth; a poison pacifier.

Tear streaking down her face, glares
at curiosity, half concealed stares,
pity, as the Titanic theme blares
a single drop stains her facade with cares.

Returning with fruit I pass her place,
in the foetal position, hands in her face.
I ask "Was ist los?" and "Bist du OK?"
Sobs suddenly silent, she waves me away.
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#2
My latest work. Based on real events. My flat is smack bang in the middle of the red light district here and thus i get this gorgeous daily reminder of the degradation that is the price we put on human dignity.
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#3
that's a good one Soxy... sorry you have to be reminded of the degradation of humanity thus... but anything can get better from there, can't it? I'm sure you can't wait to get back to "civilisation"... Good luck with the few more days you have to stay there. Smile
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#4
Hehe, thanks. You're right, the only way right now is up. I'm not sure about the poem though, it needs work, but i'm really not sure what to do with it...
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#5
I personally like it as it is... It would probably make a beautiful sad song... I love the last line, where she waves you away... (you are not part of her world and she knows it) sad though it is.

Honestly, what can you do to help such sorrow?
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#6
Very nice poem and its all true, I often cry to the music of Titanic, I wish I could write poems, its a very good gift.
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#7
Sad A moving observation. It all sounds rather tough.
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#8
I hope Marsh will set it to music, once you've done the tidying up you wanted to do Soxy...
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