R. Nemo Hill – Ten Teflon Ladies

photo credit: Stephen Wheeler

 

R. Nemo Hill
Ten Teflon Ladies

At dawn he likes to sit and watch the tired prostitutes walking home.
— Anaïs Nin

1
She puts nylons on her pylons,
then cement pumps.
For those bitter humps
she packs sugar lumps.

2
Time was they used to line up, put their dime up
and feed her like a parking meter.

3
Myrrh and cowslip?
Frankincense and cool whip?

Inspect her
nectar.

Toilette on a battleship – .

4
She don’t suffer no fools
with drooling jewels.

5
It’s not the buck per fuck,
the clam per sham,
the bean
for bacon shaken –

not the plug
the fin
the sinker
that keeps the stinker
scratching.

It’s where she’s not been
that gets under her skin—
and is catching.

6
A giant hummingbird
once kissed her
like a sister.

7
It’s the Brazilian mole relaxing
she finds most taxing.

8
Her asbestos in third quarter.
Her mylar in the seventh house.
The rhinestone aces someone bought her – ?
The difference between lice and louse
was all they taught her.

9.
She would make a corpse the proper wife.
She could bring a dead-end back to life.

10.
What sticks to the pan,
we can share –
like these bits of fried egg
in her hair.