I asked her every Wednesday for a year
for something more than
coke smudged lips,
a cafietere of awkward coffee,
silver spooning at a gold card hotel,
health spa handjobs,
Jimmy Choo spew.
She smiled (that terrible smile),
rubbed fifties against my balls
as I dribbled cognac on her twelve grand stomach.
Comments
Dynamaso | August 27, 2008 - 00:40
Sharp, tight and funny as hell.
Doeslittle | August 27, 2008 - 11:40
I thought this was great too. All excellent lines.
MikeyH | August 28, 2008 - 16:15
Ta people. It is only really half a poem-got distracted but thought I would post it anyway. Maybe I'll finish it off sometime...