Free-born Lady Abandoned
Posted: September 28th, 2009, 6:17 pm
It's gonna be alright, Baby.
I'll be a twister at the side
show bar--slim boots skimming
the mini go-go.
I'll tattoo my number on the inside
thigh. A shimmy, a shake, and the shoo
shoo. New arrivals can look it up
shoving money on the boot ties.
Darlin', don't you worry
I could pop an appli-vacation
in over at the corner dine.
Scoop up the gossip between
hot dogs and dying
local Jimmy-Joes.
Write it in an on-line blog,
a column, if business slows
around my shirt front
on the curve of Maple
and Ivory.
I feel fine, though you left.
Bagged up your pot to sell
on the whim,
passing it through the window
to a junked up doe-
eyed doll.
We parted lips,
pressed to trick the 5-0 into seeing
a rendezvous.
The dog's a bit restless
at the door.
I guess he knows.
I bought him a new spiked collar,
looks real good too,
but he whines.
If the phone rings, I refuse to answer,
won't get caught up in conversation
'bout how it happened.
No use in anybody nosing.
I asked for this, you know.
Sorry, I didn't treat you right,
Hell, I know it’s selfish.
Oh! maybe I'll try out
ballroom dancing, or an actress
over at the boulevard theater.
Practice my P’s and Q’s,
flirted curtsy, a little patty peek-
show and then a wide smile.
I’ll be by on Saturday
for the $450. Take care.
Sincerely,
Allison
*another non new piece. I've been to tired to burst a new one out.
I'll be a twister at the side
show bar--slim boots skimming
the mini go-go.
I'll tattoo my number on the inside
thigh. A shimmy, a shake, and the shoo
shoo. New arrivals can look it up
shoving money on the boot ties.
Darlin', don't you worry
I could pop an appli-vacation
in over at the corner dine.
Scoop up the gossip between
hot dogs and dying
local Jimmy-Joes.
Write it in an on-line blog,
a column, if business slows
around my shirt front
on the curve of Maple
and Ivory.
I feel fine, though you left.
Bagged up your pot to sell
on the whim,
passing it through the window
to a junked up doe-
eyed doll.
We parted lips,
pressed to trick the 5-0 into seeing
a rendezvous.
The dog's a bit restless
at the door.
I guess he knows.
I bought him a new spiked collar,
looks real good too,
but he whines.
If the phone rings, I refuse to answer,
won't get caught up in conversation
'bout how it happened.
No use in anybody nosing.
I asked for this, you know.
Sorry, I didn't treat you right,
Hell, I know it’s selfish.
Oh! maybe I'll try out
ballroom dancing, or an actress
over at the boulevard theater.
Practice my P’s and Q’s,
flirted curtsy, a little patty peek-
show and then a wide smile.
I’ll be by on Saturday
for the $450. Take care.
Sincerely,
Allison
*another non new piece. I've been to tired to burst a new one out.