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Dreaded Pussy Pass
Last rays of fading sunset linger on top of The Square. Java Dave spreads open his legs and lips and takes them all in.
It's Mick, Jack Kerouac Mick from the early sobriety days. What did I like about him? Oh yeah, he talked writing. Killed a perfectly good intellectual friendship by making a pass at me.
I like being out like this at night. It makes me feel grown-up and creative. My sense of wonder pricks its ears up, sniffs at the wind.
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Nice! Great imagination!
My best,
Jeff |
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Comment by: - 2006-11-16 01:18
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| "My sense of wonder pricks its ears up, sniffs at the wind" - that's a fantastic line, Lolly. I was drawn to this poem by the title (you can't go wrong when a poem has a kitty in the title). Great stuff. |
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Comment by: lofty - 2006-11-01 10:37
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| lofty liked lollys piece very much.. |
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"Killed a perfectly good intellectual friendship by making a pass at me."
Bloody brilliant line, as Stephen says, you're caught stream of consciousness quite while here. |
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