Poetry from the Deep Dark Past
Posted: April 15th, 2009, 9:19 pm
Walking to work, I saw a big-titted girl
Learning to walk like a woman of the world.
This one's from 1991 or '92. I never did anything with it, thinking more lines would come.
They never did.
I was 28 or 9 then. I'm 45 now.
She walked with a much older man. Older than me then. Probably younger than me now.
Was he a pimp? A john?
Was she a prostiute?
Who can say?
But she struggled to walk in very high heels.
Like she wasn't used to it.
And he held her arm and guided her.
Learning to walk like a woman of the world.
This one's from 1991 or '92. I never did anything with it, thinking more lines would come.
They never did.
I was 28 or 9 then. I'm 45 now.
She walked with a much older man. Older than me then. Probably younger than me now.
Was he a pimp? A john?
Was she a prostiute?
Who can say?
But she struggled to walk in very high heels.
Like she wasn't used to it.
And he held her arm and guided her.
