Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Patti liked to be in charge
we had the routine all worked out
we'd smoke a joint have two glasses of merlot
she would turn into Nymphozilla

it was downright scary
even for a young buck marking all the trees
with his rock hard antlers
she was inhuman

and when I was with her
I never felt like it mattered whether
she was with me
or the wino who pissed himself in the alley

Patti had a mission
a calling in life that she did not deny
I was still looking for myself
she already knew who she was

wow. stark. brilliant.
antlers and wino and self-knowledge.
oh, how this works!

Awesome telling, dude. I remember girls like that. And wondering if I would survive or thrive. And would I be able to tell the difference.

Peace,
Barry

This is top notch.
Really enjoyed..
H

strong stuff, steve.

ever wonder if she survived her lifestyle..?

thanx so much judih, barry hester, mtmynd.......and yes, i often wonder what happened to her and other women as well.....

hey! I used to think I knew a lot of guys like that! enjoyed the reading, gracias!

thanx arcadia.....yes, i'm quite sure this is not a gender specific story

What fun!

heh ... I think I knew her.

Enjoyed your poem.

Happy Holidays, Steve!

*Sparkle on the Monkey Train*

Righteous Hammer !
Righteous Nails !

nice sketch, saw
sexual philanthropy is forever intriguing

doreen, mingo, clay...good to hear from you....happy holi-daze !