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Spits Men Like Fire

by Uriel Tovar

the hooker on the corner spits men
like fire.
her red and pink loofa looking hair
tangles
young boy's thoughts
swallowing dreams and hopes for
a one night whore
but she spits them out
like fire.
her dirty plaid skirt
compliments her ripped white
and black stockings well in
the night
leaving men with images of a
dirty virgin on her knees
praying to male dieties
but she swallows them whole
and spits thier hopes out
like fire.
the dim yellow glow of the
street lamp
leaves a faded yellow halo
around her pounding head,
"one more should do it."
she hopes the next one can
be taken for a sucker.
As the car pulls up
she sees the sirens cry their blue
and reds as she runs
laughing widely
because she still
spits men
like fire.

08/07/2005

Posted on 08/07/2005
Copyright © 2024 Uriel Tovar

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Sarah Graves on 08/07/05 at 09:59 PM

I really like how this piece develops to the end. This woman knows no consequence of her actions, and she brings men down with her. Great read :)

Posted by Charlie Morgan on 08/08/05 at 11:39 AM

...uriel, what a delightful full-face slap at us all, whores and whoremongers...it is a poignant description of life de right-here-right-now thingee and you captured it so well...you spin an existential web of man's obsession of/with sex and yet, myman, and yet it could easily pervert us...from true genuine love and all that stuff...growing up in the skin a male you get pelted with sex, sex, and while you're at it more sex...so when i read this i "see" alllll this and you penned it...so there, you have a wonderfully serious read here, goes deeper than the bone (pun intended!)...love this, peace, chaz

Posted by Leonard M Hawkes on 08/11/05 at 04:22 AM

Deeply felt--clearly expressed--good poetry!

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