| Fantasy Poetry
posted February 8, 2016
The Mystique of Old Town
Just another Saturday night
sucking down the heaters
and holding an old cigar between my fingers
on my shaky hand.
I drool over Sally dancing which, by the way,
hypnotizes every eye in this smoke ridden topless bar.
For even watching Sally dance
couldn't arouse or cheer me up
from my awful mood and drinking high test tequila,
as this couldn't make me forget
the last pretty who pulled a fast one on me.
Here in this deep seedy project
of a lifetime of sorrow,
a place where I was born.
I didn't have a say in the matter.
A place with lowlifes,
the kind of people
that would rob their own mother
for a cigarette or a dime.
I walked into my old bar, my haven,
and told the lap dancers here
that I needed a good game.
They told me if I went back to the boss's den
they'd eat me alive.
Then I told the girls that I was a tough chew,
and went back there to play dead eye poker.
I won big and that kind of winning
can get a man killed.
Outside was hot, dry and windless night
that makes men do sweaty secret things.
Here women glide out of their coats
like Christmas wrapping paper
while playing their bodies for all it's worth
because,, let me tell you, it's worth plenty.
After a while I leave and take a drive to nowhere.
I see Sally's thumb hanging out
at her side
and wearing her tight leather top
and hitchhiking to old town.
I pick her delicious body up
and drive her deeper into old town
where she blends into the sea of flesh
that melts into the dark lights
of steamy trash.
Women, who make up the streets here,
lean up against the walls
and hold up the buildings with their backs
made for pleasure.
These old brick buildings where most junkies hide
their stash behind loose bricks.
You see Sally's a man killer and I'm crazy about her.
She loves a man like a boa constrictor,
but for me, I'm a hard swallow.
She once kicked me so hard
it was like an atom bomb going off between my legs.
I could taste my stomach coming up.
I've even been in a brawl over her many times.
One time it felt like the pavement came up to give me a
big fat sloppy kiss
and I was battered before the road came up to hit me.
But I love her and this is old town,
and I'm stuck on her and this place.
Free Verse Poetry Contest contest entry
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and 2 member cents.
My idea for this poem came from
Frank Miller's movie
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