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Terry Collett
Poems
Apr 2012
A ROOM AT THE TOP.
It was a room
at the top of the building
music being played
from some hifi system
and Judy said
you dance quite well
thanks
you said
haven’t seen you
here before
she looked at you
with her dark eyes
I come for the drug aid
they help me here
to get of the junk
oh right
you replied
looking for signs
of needle marks
or signs in the eyes
you take junk?
No I’m a ***** clown
you said
she nodded
and danced to the music
for a moment or so
my parents are doctors
in the City and have put me
in the hospital but I get out
for a few hours
and they let me
come here for the help
you looked at her dressed
in her tight slacks
and over long jumper
her ******* small
compact
untouchable
her hips swaying
to the music’s beat
the way she moved
drawing you in
smelling her scent
her words lost
in a singer’s voice
a guitar whining
in and out
maybe I can come see you
you have to shout
over the music’s rising sound
sure
she said
moving her neat ***
as she moved around
and she whispered
the address and where
the hospital was
and how to get there
then she was whisked away
by some guy
with a drugged out
look in his eye
and you watched her sway
moving off
going slowly
but sexily away.
Written by
Terry Collett
Sussex, England
(Sussex, England)
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