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Memphis Magdalene

Credit: Chevrestt, NY Daily News
Strip Club, in Arlington Texas

Blessed adult industry has superficial lambs.

Memphis Magdalene; a strip club owner's profitable dream.

Endorsed by the bottle companies that she hugs in-between her thighs..

Dirty Green paper dazzling like snow flakes..fall all around her..

A thorned halo, broken and twisted around her head...caught and kept by her matted white wig.

The corners of her eyes blackened and smeared by charcoal mascara, blending perfectly with her loosed expressionist glare.

Gray, plastic crucifix circles her neck...at each twirl..causing red streaks to bless her collarbone.

Her thin arms constrict and contort, winding uncomfortably around the pole..

..with legs spread outstretched in midair...Memphis Magdalene drops her milky-white robe on the spit-shined floor...

Displaying not a blemish...not a mole..or mark. Pure. Flawless. Holy, silk-skin; on top of protruding bone...

Ribs hover over her empty belly...soft navel and subtle hip, rosy nipples and clear, full breast...


Naked she spins...beautiful and graceful

Feared and Wanted

Captive and Taken

Strong and Weak

Polished and perfect....


Memphis Magdalene..immaculate, pristine, and untarnished skin covered her whole.. but filthy and sick was her soul.



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By 'Mean' Mike Duffau on March 22, 2011 at 10:02 pm

wow!!!..i felt like i was there watching memphis magdalene dance around the pole and slip in a few dirty green papers...

THATS POETRY!

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By mantra lotus on March 22, 2011 at 10:19 pm

:) Thanks Mike!

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By Caballero_69 on April 02, 2011 at 11:17 am

I have watched some of these dazzling performers and always felt they deserved far more than a few dollars. I do not and did not begrudge them the money, but I wished they could have more truly revelled in their lustrous sensuality and been more genuinely admired as well as desired.

The world has many displays of ugliness and too few of beauty in whatever form it appears and whatever setting we find it.

This poem artfully expresses the tension that I sensed, but I never fathomed the soul of the dancers. I gave them the benefit of the doubt and appreciated what they were willing to share with me.

Another lovely, enthralling effort!

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