Twenty Dollar FixA Poem by Kadie TeeThat itch you need to scratch; sex seeping menthol. ;)
The park bench, overcrowded. Perfume calamity. Stench of Newports; A menthol vibe, On a bench painted olive drab. Fishnets shakin’ me sober; A stale hand job, Twenty bucks a pop. She can’t do much else ‘Till the bus comes ‘round. Ain’t no big toe, babe. Crack and pop the bones That lead right through those toes. All the highs and the lows, From the kitchen floor To the ceiling fan; She hits those notes. Playin’ with swords Can get you dead, love. Ridin’ on a hotel balcony, Draggin’ on those menthol tones. I’m swallowin’ that sweet perfume; Chokin’ on that olive drab. Stallin’ out in a parkin’ lot, Stumblin’ over a broken stiletto; Parkin’ it on a crowded bench. Lookin’ over at me with that smoke Driftin’ through your lips, Noticin’ the twenty I got stashed in my pocket, babe. © 2008 Kadie TeeAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on June 24, 2008 Last Updated on June 30, 2008 AuthorKadie TeeThe Slums of Monte Delentino, MIAboutHey hey there... how are we today? Fantastic; me too. Now that we have that out of the way, let me tell you something about myself and my writing. I seem to have a sarcastic, pessimistic view of the w.. more..Writing
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