Sinshine

Off the strip

The peepshow lurks

In plain sight

Brash

Glitzy

Sex

And secrets

 

Doors closed

On the bright sheen

Of posers and fakers

Tattooed guys

Plastic girls

Tits and ass glamour

A finger held

To red lips

Shhh

 

When we’re spent

We’re vulnerable

What do we admit?

Reveal?

 

To Talullah

Too fat to hula

The father

Leaks his love of pain

How he loves to be tied and

Stamped on

With the long point

Of a stiletto heel

Punishment for

What he knows

Is in his head when he sits

Opposite his wife at breakfast

 

The son

Tells Gino

The speed freak

Drag queen

He just likes to watch

Whatever

Whenever

Whoever

Look don’t touch

Is his bag

 

The freakin’ holy ghost

With her rosary beads

And tricks

And crucifix

Whispers to the guy

In the gimp mask

I want to hurt you

I want to stand over you

Bare chested

Whip in hand

You can stand

For my husband

Because I know

What’s in his head

When he sits

Opposite me at breakfast

 

On the other side of the glass

The devil smiles

And he’s got a lot

To smile about

Balancing books

Counting souls

Under needle track skies

In

La

La

Land

 

Walk

Don’t walk

Don’t kiss

Don’t tell

In the peepshow confessional