Soul For Sale
Soul For Sale


Spent a thousand nights
Smelling flesh
All red and raw like
The sun peeking through the mountain.
Drowned in the Ganges
Of guilt and pleasure
Forgetting tomorrow like
Yesterday didn't happen.
Packed the days
With ginger ale and a little salt
Shared my address
With the stranger and his kin.
When the sign
Went up the numbers
Went down
Lovers so many
Takers none.