ways.

i curve my letters the way prostitutes curve their smiles
drunkenly or high
but desperate inside
to get something tonight
more highs ignite more lows

leading the customer by the hand they say
johnny, i'll love you tonight
for a price
and he turns to look at their faces
worn down with inked lines of something ugly
he weighs the soft roughness of their hands in his
with some disgust
but with more lust
he mimics their faces of atonement to the world

afterwards
signed with pity and sundry love and hate,
johnny parted ways.