when the Spice Girls came on
I knew it was time to leave
hour hand poking midnight
red cups bloated
with spit and tangerine *****
back slaps from strangers
opening and closing their mouths
like goldfishes on morphine
try to find you
through tobacco whispers
***** shots and near-nude Twister
and you're by the front
jacket in hand
we simply nod enough's enough
halfway home you ask
what a zigazig is
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 11:07 AM UTC
when the Spice Girls came on
I knew it was time to leave
hour hand poking midnight
red cups bloated
with spit and tangerine *****
back slaps from strangers
opening and closing their mouths
like goldfishes on morphine
try to find you
through tobacco whispers
***** shots and near-nude Twister
and you're by the front
jacket in hand
we simply nod enough's enough
halfway home you ask
what a zigazig is
Written: April 2019.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time as part of Savannah Brown's escapril challenge. Feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
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