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Click here - Revisited with Tathagata, Sandspike
and TheMutt in mind
tiled floors and
boozing bitches sucking lifeblood
through needledink straws
cherries popping in their
lips
quarters clunking through music machines
setting the changer in motion
and lies spin in rpms
the beat is on
gyrating…
thrusting their hips out
to breed hardons of delight
pelvic mutations
masturbations and
come
nightfall they passout
legs quivering apart
smiles plastered askew
whiskey nirvana threatening
climax…
This poem was selected from Lit's archive of over 39,500 poems for inclusion in today's Archival Review.<br>
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Ahhhh — the bar scene. Partying was always great, the babes were always beautiful {especially at 4am}, and the sex was fantastic.
I won't tell ya how old I was in '70, but this is so me. Thanks for the trip!
You're dating yourself
"quarters clunking through music machines
setting the changer in motion
and lies spin in rpms"
liked this line
"boozing bitches sucking lifeblood
through needledink straws"
basically loved this, so good, forgave you for "nirvana"
"nightfall they passout
legs quivering apart
smiles plastered askew
whiskey nirvana threatening"
looks like this came from words to avoid thread, ha. ha.
did quite nicely, where the fuck is my thermometer...
just a tad before my time but I certainly visited this place a few times after then.
~tiled floors and
boozing bitches sucking lifeblood
through needledink straws
cherries popping in their
lips ~
remember the girls who'd tie a cherry stem in a knot with their tongues??
There was no tease greater than that when I was young.
Thank you for this, I'm always happy to hit a bar full of memories and you brought back a few beauties.