Sunday, March 8, 2015

No sale

(Girl in the black dress at the Red Baron December 27, 1978)

Seated on a bar stool
as if a throne, she said,
“So, you want it,”
You want it so bad
You can taste it,
Ache for the flavor of it?
Does it dance on the edge of your tongue?
You’ve have it before, but not from me,
Tearing open blue jeans with your teeth.
You’re so suave, so unique
You handle us all so well,
Or so you say.
I don’t need proof, thank you.
But you if you need it
Then dig it,
I want something, too,
Something else
Something you don’t have,
Once called love
And like me
It ain’t for sale.

So beat it.”

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