HOOKING AND CROOKING

She apparels her goods
Along the streets awaiting
The fall of the crooks
Under the disguise of the dark
For they can’t fathom the look
Of reality
She awaits patiently
Praying silently
For the night
To turn right
Thirst of her pocket
To get purged
Oblivious of the next knock
Beyond the ticking clock
Conceals of the hearts
Of the crooks cracks in their souls
She hopes that all turns bright
Just like the beautiful night
Lit up by the magnificent moonlight
Shining forth for all to see
For all not to stumble
In the drabs of the night
It’s hooking and Crooking
The hookless dying penniless
The crooks dying soulless
They hook and crook
The game of the night.
Waiting for the sun to rise
Clear the gloom of the night
Remind the sour soul of mortality;
Mask tears unshed,
Pains unhealed,
Closure unachieved.
The light all the traces
Of the turmoil within
Buoyantly bouncing to the tides
Of the day
Like no shit happened
Like no perversion stole the mind
Like all is under check
Yet with the falling of the night
Sirens click in the hearts
More determinedly
They apparel their wares
Empty thighs and bare chests
For the crooks to cringe
And hook for the pleasure
For they die anyway
For that’s the life they chose
Hooking and Crooking