Barfly Bliss
"Her glittering silver lights in my eyes. Lighting my shocking pride, feelings of disguise—she tries."
Glittering silver shorts
hugging tight
making her mojo sway
with a feisty intent.
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Eyes waltzing,
throats drowning,
booze magnifying cabooses.
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Standing in the middle
of a bunch of nothings
wanting, but not caring, and still
hoping for someone or perhaps
just wanting to appeal.
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My, what a pair
of those two feet high
bulky platforms.
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And that hair,
wondering if it's the same
down there.
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And those hips,
surrounding that wonderful bliss.
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Wow, what a grip I bet!
What a stance!
Her face a dormant glance,
no chance for a trance.
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How about a dance?
I beg.
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She's not grasping my thought
of a desperate measure;
yet, standing there like a full glass
of Jim Beam or maybe
a bottle of Kessler—deliciously repugnant.
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Nevertheless—transparent but not fragile;
wasted but not senseless;
quiet but just an articulate appearance
(clear and precise to the bone),
yet glowing like glitter,
shinning everywhere in everyone.
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She's clean, congruous, and evidently
emphasized by the booze.
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Her glittering silver lights in my eyes.
Lighting my shocking pride,
feelings of disguise—she tries.
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Skin sweating,
hands drowning,
booze amplifying,
stares glowing,
black-out growing…
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by Bazooka Teaches
About the Creator
Bazooka Teaches
A regular Joe that is just surviving the struggle. Loves to write and is constantly fighting the forces of evil.
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