Thursday, March 6, 2014

at least i won’t die from overexposure to the sun


i walk into a bar i’ve never been in before

the staff is all women

they are all wearing nothing but lingerie

bra, panties, heels

i walk right out

 

not my scene

i’m no one to judge

but i just wanted a pint of harp

this is not how i want

          to know a woman

         

                   objectified

 

i actually want to bring her roses

open the car door

sing, “can’t take my eyes off of you”

 

but then again

a touch is just a touch

and women of romance

          don’t take a chance

with poets who convey

that it is all just dark streets of decay

 

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