Snake Pit

Maureen Scott

Sex at one in the afternoon
in some crack dive
and then an old flame
picks me up in the snake pit.
Then the old man on the corner
wants me to grant him
an old man's last request,
and what's wrong with that?

And the sun is shining.
I should have got on that
train and become anonymous
in Brighton, well, it had to
happen, life always has its way.
I must be crazy. Stay alive,
survive. But I can't understand
a word he says in his Patois.

So that makes a tally of
five men who have wanted 
me today, including the car
ringer from Ghana and his
mate. Fate, but I shall
remember the promise I
made to the tramp under
the bridge, a last trip
to Paradise before he dies.

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