The Red Light District
My trusty sidekick
Mr. SLR Nikon and I.
Get that @$#&%* camera out of here!!!
Came cat calls
Down the highway of the hookers
Brothels and sex shops
The same word was used for invitation and exit.
Sir Winston’s V meant something different here
Mr. SLR Nikon hid behind my hip.
Silicone valleys slipped behind symbolic poles
Flabby white pasty thighs peeled off old paint cracked windows
Big brown bosoms bounced down basement steps
Red silk minis slipped into quick, unromantic service entrances
Stilettos clicked quicker on concrete
Black silks wrapped over hipbones
Tongues licked glossy red lips inviting desire
“Time to Hook em”
said Mr. SLR
“Peep show’s over
Working girls’ got to work.”