another damn flashback, yes
Posted to Action Poetry
by frontal-abstraction on 2003-04-18 15:54:00
Zingy zany specter of a word whore pulses light gyrating waves of lust worlds liquid to lathering race horse stride the red roses circles the victory stance chance prance and a winners dance leather whips the night into small light refracting shapes singing mouth agape for a grape drops out of an m&m dispenser in day glow moon light up for a laugh taking the feather fan brush and tickle your skin it’s a sin to smile boastful at slaves who find being tickled an annoyance beyond reparation and gold comforts claimed the sun to worships bright idea’s nice and right in flight strobes and boom bass boom bass red blue flash and glow stick lollipop boy’s loose and hard and that girl’s a man in the bouncing spot on stage wrapped tight all bound up for my pleasure rather see her in a tight sweater sweaty grease pig in the corners got it up for loose changed microscope eyes the money clip slip glide into slim pockets ducks the bill for the thrill ride adventure in my 76 Buick hold it stop a cop roll like the innocent stroll in the park yeah it was dark and not so innocent for scores and way more then seven years ago begged me to warm your frozen hands in my pants on the courthouse steps caught with the brew smiles keep it up ladies the night is young ones…..
