the hula maiden

down below
gyrations
of the hula maiden
he is still
not surprised
still
underwhelmed
pulls open
the shaking curtains
and is blinded
by the light of greed
dollars
credit cards
sign here
wow us
legs open wide
extol the male
sloth
buddah bellies
asses
all hang out
waste
pork carnage
empty plastic cups
pork
burned red skin
sunglasses lines
defined whites
around their eyes
bemused desire
but desire
when she is not looking
and even if she was
it’s the liquor talking
he withdraws
behind the drapes
beneath a crooked moon
and looks for lucky stars
to thank
he is better than them
different than them
he can’t be bought
sold
even if he is a grown man
in hiding
behind the grassy skirt
of a hula maiden
bought
sold
raped
in their minds
in a native place
in their minds
to be bent
processed
conformed
had
better than them