yawn… get some oxygen into those morning lungs. And.. sippy the coffee
Yesterdays poetic endeavor was pretty Bla Bla. I couldn’t help myself. I think I should publish the dang thing.
think I’ll get back to some Thrift shop poetry.
Hanging here casual like
Hopeful panty hose ready
to slink onto some legs
Remembering the nylon hold
over those legs that once desired them
The feel of skin freshly shaved
pulling and stretching, fitting
all tan and slender, tight and
smooth. Sexy sleek over the belly
They check you out as you pass
Slinking out leggy commentary
“Look at her, she could use a little
a little support on that belly.”
“And what about that map of veins
on that old broad?’
“That is a pasty white girl if I
ever saw one.”
Hanging here now loose empty
A trinity of discarded legs
going nowhere fast
I like this Jeanne.
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