Night in Goteborg

A night in darkest Goteborg

what's the purest form of pimping?
"fatherhood" was his reply
"that, and priests of a certain generation"

a game or two of knuckles
in circumstances less gauche
to caw after ladies fingers rolling

there were seldom such losses
that I made on a scam
dreamt up by a Voltaire Junior

out of my depth I reneged
on conscious steps
rolled and rolled till I bled

we drank up to the perimeter
that strength chalk-lined out;
"so where did you train? "

not round here it seems
a door with locks only on one side
closes, firebolt drums the end.