Vanilla CandyA Poem by Judas HammerEye candy........Vanilla Candy I sat at the table On the sun drenched cement paths Outside the Gay Coffee shop The one at Junipero and Broadway Watching the Pretty girls Stroll by the sea of putrid grass Housing the homeless and insane Long Vanilla legs Holding up blue, hip high, cut off shorts So lovely is the goddess Her feet pitter softly On the wide clear sidewalk Pretty toes with red nail polish Protruding from summer sandals Young flawless bodies walk erect. Dark black sunglasses planted firmly on her face. The beautiful vision glides down the walkway Almost fleeting Almost dancing Holding thoughts of future love and spring sales. I want to talk But what do I say? With my honey slick tongue wagging But to only form words crafted for the seasoned women. Who have given up on hope. Who have given up on men. What can I say to these fresh-faced beauties? Who have never been on the other side of madness. I stalk her with my hungry eyes Vanilla shoulders Vanilla legs Sweet vanilla back Hair floating like golden fire Her mind on a Meterosexual man-boy Who cares more about his designer jeans, edged eyebrows and fixed gear bikes, than her. I turn away my time and chance has passed Soon the butch lesbians will be here And they are more man than me© 2013 Judas HammerAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on March 19, 2013 Last Updated on March 21, 2013 AuthorJudas HammerThe City of Angeles, CAAboutI like to write, live in La and write and make short films. and more..Writing
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