Exiting Kim's Bar

Cool strobes from rusty air con's cease
ob-noxious fumes from 50 cc donkeys
mingle with diesel-engined noise
jalopified, chugging tourist tanks;
hoards of 8 seater perv-patrols, in dirty blue attire
vie for would be road kills…homing in on
half-cut Casanova's, waiving life and
foreign currency, to stop a third world world

lungs labour, fighting to extract, sucking
into heaving, sweat soaked chest.
changing sidewalks, echo each new façade
neon nakedness, flicker promises of sex
buzzing out the call of cheap love
pretty pock marked faces
offer second hand virginity
by way of six or seven dollar fucks

girls with dicks, in search of tricks
flamboyantly, parade in droves
flaunting garish… female attributes
to drunken men, who can't tell pink from brown
dicks parade with scant dressed girls who
suck them dry, lick pouting ruby lips…before they
show the cost of pleasure, by rubbing thumb
on well kept fingers…in a universal mime

W. Marsland