The Pole Dancer

"This is not the life I wanted,"

Said the woman, twirling about on the pole,

"When I was young, I wanted to be a dancer.

They said I had magic. I had soul.

And I did. I do. I must have. Don't I?

I don't remember any more

What I ever wished for. I just do

What I must to one day find a door

Away, far away from this mess,"

She flicked her hair and tossed her top,

"I mean, know I'm good at this," she winked,

"But I wonder if it'll ever stop."

She slunk to the ground and crawled to me,

Like a wild cat stalking its prey,

"But I'm really good at this,

And it's not so bad so I may stay,

Wait till I've got all that cash 

And make my way to the floor again, maybe..."

She gave me a peck on the cheek

"Because I feel like giving up lately,"

She said as the song ended and she vanished.

Opening my eyes, I thought of all I'd dreamt

My money making fingers aching from noisy content

And for once, I knew what she meant.

~ March 23, 2017

Servants of Time

Tick tock
She is born
He toddles his way across the floor
Tick tock
They bought her books!
He can now read sentences and make friends
Tick tock
They are young
The future is long. The world is big.
Tick tock
The school left behind
And they have grown to young adults
Tick tock
And slugging off to work
Their dreams just lie a-waiting.
Tick tock
And now they're parents
Watching, judging, critiquing
Tick tock
Another generation flung
Into a cycle till death do us part
Tick smash
I break the clock
I quit and let the world swim by
Crrrr chink
No I don't need it now
YOU DON'T OWN ME! You don't...
Chink tick
It's back again
And we're stuck in another routine.

When Summons Taunt and Haunts Beckon

Slowly but surely she settles into that role

Of gut wrenching pain in the mornings

And a satisfied sigh in the evenings

Her days are set. Her path is kept.

Should she wait or walk astray?

Her heart is silent today

It had been shushed too many times

Now it refuses to offer its opinion

Unless in extreme circumstances

When it is clearly not needed.

Her mind is tired.

It has been working on overdrive

Day in and day out

Adjusting to new demands. Solving immediate issues.

It just wants a long time out.

Her eyes are heavy

With make up, expectations and sleep

She dare not wink

Or she'll miss it. The opportunity.

The one that's never meant to be.

She has to fight the very Nature,

That ties her to her place,

Break past strings of contempt, history and silence,

Lick all wounds clean. Stand tall again.

Once more she'll jump.

Up or down. She'll never know.

She has only learnt to smile at flight

And brush off every fall

To carry on till she makes another jump,

Another step, another risk for the call.