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poems from the opera

poems from the opera



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Published by Al
Unwilling to burden her husband financially or emotionally a woman turns tricks to pay for heroin.
Unwilling to burden her husband financially or emotionally a woman turns tricks to pay for heroin.

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Published by: Al on Jan 15, 2010
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NIGHT IS OVER (Anne)Night is hereMy day has begunThe night is longI hate the sunAt night I workAnd my kids run me raggedall day long.Independent, self sufficientA modern wifeAnd I mean it.I won’t steal from my husband for my needsWhy should I borrow or beg,When I can spread my legs?I do my work quickly,Keep my workplace clean,And fast,It keeps them coming back for more.Soft and pillowy,The neighborhood whore.But relax ladies,Men put away your wood,Yours is not my neighborhood.****************Strange in this placeTo hear the sounds that children makeWhoever brought them has made a mistake.The clatter of kids playing on a swingStrange are the feelingsChildren’s laughter brings.The dark and quiet of junkie parkHas been penetratedBy the noise of little boys.In this place to tie your armAnd shoot up in the dark.Where junkies have shotThe street lights out.********************Like a hound dog on the trailI can sense men looking for tailLike dogs circling in the hunt.Finding what they want, I put up no front.My radar can find the stiffOn a body hid in a car trunkThe guy with kids is no john,I don’t need my radar on.
A man with small kids fills me withAnxiety and suspicionBut it’s not my businessI’ll continue to my destination.But they are on my benchLater there I will liePleasing my customersOr after work getting high.Kids eating, spilling soda and gooAlong with infected blood spilt on there too.**********************************************HOOKER SONGCan I do a trick for you?An overcoat avoids the spatterDon’t spread herpes, do not kissWhat kind of life is this?In a mud swamp of diseasesQuickly on with the coatNot to seem eagerI have to make a quotaI pity the manAlone in the cityI sit on his lapHis shy hands get busyFor a moment he is not aloneIn the big cityFinding welcome in my homeWe are not like their wivesThey want exclusivityWe want popularityOur work is to give pleasureThe housewife makes her pleasure into work.ANNE AND TOM(Scene; an urban park, dirty and rundown in the shadows between afactory and tenement, the unsteady flicker of the lights of a bar canbe observed.)TomWelcome to my visitation. Would you like to go for a coffee at BurgerKing?AnnI'm not here for recreation, I'm a girl who is working.TomThose are my boys on that swing.
AnnThey look a lot like you.TomYes, they do.AnnIt's so sad the separation.My children are safe at home with their dad.TomDo you work in the factory?AnnNo, that's not how I make my money.I do what I can to help straighten men outYou know, menOne eyed, club foot, sweat stank, fetishist, drunk and with justenough cash.Puke breath, dirty hands,Young and nervous with shy hesitationOld and dreary with sick fixation.If I can stand the smell I take them to the hotel.Bathing the unwashed and doing for them what no wife could stand.Without contempt or adorationI do it for the cash.TomWe all must do what we can.Once I wanted a wife and a family. I wanted a woman in my life withwhom I could get along equally. Not one who would leave all thethinking up to me. Was that nature's plan, to heap all the weight onthe man? And when the babies started to arrive she became like anotherchild. Without guile or subtlety I felt she was too dependant on me. Ionly meant to remark it casually that I felt inside the need to befree. And with that my wife became my enemy."What's her name? I'll take everything you got. I'll divorce you onthe spot."Soon she remarried and I stayed alone. The support I pay for thekids we have leaves me too poor to think of a new family.Once was my springtime for loving and lustTaking all kisses without trusting or trustThinking how good a husband I could beTo any woman who would settle for meNever again did I let a woman in my lifeUntil this feeling for another man's wifeI can not take you awayNot from all thisToo many commitmentsToo many kidsI can't take you away like young lovers doWhere were you then?Was there ever anyone like you?Her leery glances to protect our intimacyThere were no spies in the shadows

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