House of Tolerance

She’ll cry viscid white tears
after each lover departs – In

a rusty bath she bathes as a
curl of feculent froth clouds

to near-red foams [blood is
confused by oxidisation] – A

trip to her irregular clinic is
floating on her list – In Paris

finer courtesans can charge
more – There is a girl with a

cut-glass grin [from kissing
a stone-honed blade sliced

hard by a man] – she’ll seek
other labour now her looks

are worth less – Age’ll steal
all earning potentials from

those that charge a rate – a
hotel suite’ll witness it all –

her fall into a circle of cash
& need for that kind of love

is auldest of auld disorders
[of all known by auld fools]