Buying strangers
September 15, 2007
Flashing green lights
They never stop
Driving me insane
A man walked by
An hour ago
Without a face
Without a name
Tried to sell me something
Not sure what
Said it would be worth my while
About 35 dollars
I declined
I am not into buying strangers
Or anything from them
Went home to make some tea
Felt like a diamond with a tail
Blowing in the wind
Went for a walk
down a dingy alleyway
There stood a freezing devil
Decked out in rhinestone stilettos and a fishing net
(Some stones were missing)
She asked me if i needed some company
I’m not into buying strangers
Or anything from them
The frosty air was getting me down
Couldn’t say no
I took her home
Where we both got warm
I’m a man who gets what he pays for
Decided to be a John
Make her work for her money
Seemed like a decent girl
If I hadn’t seen through her
Same story since she started the business
(May be the oldest occupation but so was her unconvincing act)
Some bullshit sob story about her pathetic life
She lit up a cigarrette
Irritated i guess
Wanted in
Out
And the money
I made love to her
She was as cold as i found her though
I bought her she was mine
And she was the devil
September 16, 2007 at 2:49 am
The last time I read this poem it was still in the embryonic stage. Love it and I think you write much more comfortably in this style than with the moon-june-spoon set. Some lines sound like a seedier Leonard Cohen.