Kerb CrawlerA Poem by Chris Shawa slice of memory
my mind converses with
my eighteen year old self to ask why for God’s sake are men such deceiving b******s my skin crawls at the thought of his stale cigarette breath breathing down my neck his nicotine stained fingers exploring fumbling touching I know his wife and kids I wait at the bus stop on the way to meet friends duggie the desperate thinks he has answered my prayers his car creeps to a halt he leans across the passenger seat unwinds the window and pleads with me to get in he’ll wine and dine me he says only the finest for me he promises me the planet anything you want is yours name it he has no shame all that at his finger tips and yet his lust is bursting his pants you’re married duggie I said haven’t you made promises before seems no sooner I leave my front door he appears out of nowhere. dream on duggie dream on you aren’t the first and probably not the last a forecast ahead a sea swimming in unfaithful misery © 2024 Chris ShawFeatured Review
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16 Reviews Added on February 26, 2024 Last Updated on February 26, 2024 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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