TruthTramp

the ladies these days ain’t like none that you’ve seen

at least not in magazines or tv.s the ladies these days…

at least the ones that i mean…

are bitches and sluts and whiskey swillin’ dirty liars and cunts

and i mean that

with the most of love

they tramp the tracks… er run in wolf packs

dance like shadows cast

in the moons effulgence

you can find them in

the cracks between

some pretty mold multiplied

times a hundred

and the rock

some meth monster crawled

out from under

they are the jems

in the rust

diamonds

mired

in the rough

she

knows that to be here

was

hell to get to heaven

it is heaven on hell

and about

flying past

applying pressure

rising up

collecting the

dust

for our gardens

in utter reverence

like a virgin

who just discovered

what S&M

really was

shocked and curious

God takes and gives

she’s raking

her nails in

anticipation

in the perverse satisfaction

the pain of life is

true pleasure comes

in the delay of it

in the paying for it

getting down on your knees

even saying thank you for it

like

please sir

may i have some more

some more

of it