exotic-like

lights out, sweets 
cause more crime in punishment 
  
I gots what he don’t and he don’t want what I don’t and he won’t if she is willing 
Me to want for love 
I won’t for we 
want for love 
  
just 
ever-lock security 
dawning systems past radio-charming six a.m. outta the wood-work AGAIN 
and make the world a better place for polluting and cajoling and all-out revelry 
heads’truck well in dirty glowing well on its way to somewhere tropical AGAIN 
maybe Kahlua 
maybe that strip-joint down the road where the girls wear grass skirts in plentified solitude just for me I stick change in the reeds and make love for only pennies a glass pouring out chemicals, juiced-up beyond belief

© Rhoda Hodjati