Yard Sale of Thoughts

Can poetry be a dirty pleasure? I like to think so… I can’t help where my mind goes inching through the city everyday like a caterpillar. So, I had these thoughts a few weeks back (posted a tidbit of it on BlueSky), and then today, I finally had time to tease the rest out. Be forewarned, this poem contains adult themes. Now to sit back and slurp up the strawberry moon, if she makes an appearance. I wrote a poem about her a few years back titled “Camarosa.” Maybe pop by there, too, if you’re in a full moon mood this evening.

Cheers!

Katie

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Bangkok buildings can be sexy,
turn-ons, visions,
topless beauties.

Topaz glowing tan each morning,
cool blue jewels by nightfall,
slim figures most beguiling.

Other structures potent, striking.
King Power Mahanakon’s virile trident,
girthy, ready for riding.

When in shock, disbelief, or awe,
remember city darkness hides firm bodies,
neoprene, in various sizes,

curving unexpectedly
in assortment most enticing
for the undecided.

Wait for the wink of a light on,
a subtle nod, a head bob,
a bowtie with an apron
(nothing else on), all

gestures most inviting.

When you are lonely,
look through the curtain walls,
take pleasure in a new,
pixelated facade.

©2025 | K.F. Hartless

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