predisposed grace
with clicking heels down a corridor's tile
angel in the form of a well made up face
heads off to her next conquest
with a shirt pocket filled with guts and guile
improper etiquette will crudely be set aside
by the mutual abusers of this love like game
of unchampioned chase
one well practiced woman for many men
but at a yet disclosed price
for say maybe just a simple pony ride
(maybe just the case)
I no longer wish to ponder such gate and just
where the assignation will take place
before this night softly falls
while she likely cleans up the mess she let be
made
even encouraged it by some strange other
just standing here now looking her over
puts further chill in the blood of the one who
co occupies these halls
one finds it most difficult to digest
why that she , this ageless creature a nocturnal guest
could be someone's wife, daughter, sister or even
mother
that scares even the wit out of this pen
how did all this madness for money start
and why
but better yet I must ask when?..............
(written Oct. 1, 1993 am)