SINKING SHIPS 1966A Poem by Terry CollettGIRLS AND MEN IN 1966 AND LIFE.Yiska stood at the window of the truck and flirted, sweet cherry Tony said smiling at her his eyes plum like gazing at her, she smiled at him then said you look like Tony Curtis but older, I am younger Tony said looking away seeing if traffic was coming behind us, the girl's a w***e Claude said watching her walk off to the kerb her hips swaying, I waved to Yiska she waved back I recall her teasing me once saying leave these old men behind and I can show you a good time but I didn't and regretted it after, you know her? Karl said to me I said yes but not well, Yiska waved to us as we drove away her smile could sink ships, Iris said would you if I could make it down to you? of course I replied thinking of the night time and the house quiet and she tiptoeing it down not wishing to wake up the others, if she was my daughter I'd slap her arse Tony said moodily looking at Yiska departing up the road, I tried not to picture it but he had his way with words, as I played the Miles Davis LP Iris eyed me and winked and whispered how about tonight? Miles' flugal horn stirred the air and I whispered ok that's fine, the girls a w***e Claude repeated after Yiska had gone from sight a memory only, w***e or not she was hot, John Coltrane broke in on his tenor sax after Miles and blew me away that day, a sweet thing Karl said smiling oddly, Yiska said I want you so close our flesh would be one and I could squeeze you between my thighs, the truck drove on and we drove past Yiska and her swaying hips, we sailed seven seas and knew of sinking ships. © 2016 Terry Collett |
AuthorTerry CollettUnited KingdomAboutTerry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more..Writing
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