#grl - Hello Poetry

She’s a dimple and a drag, corner of Worth and Magpie, French Vogue idioms and her mother’s red flowery hoop earrings. Aloha! Aloha! Oopty-oops in contract loot thru streets and backyard parties, concrete larders, her eyes lie like presidential promises, a slipknot of licorice around her neckline to keep her rising tide from the Menarche Moon. Anything to keep the little penny featherweight dancer from slipping. Her siblings poke fun at her funny way of speaking, her bath tub is just an excuse for chiseling at her innards, taking a drag at her lungs and punching her duck-billed platypus in the kidneys; a heavy-weight champion of the worm. That until all the saints come writhing off the fishing lines. Until the ballerina’s edema coexists with Tokyo extremists, serial killer behemoths that keep body parts and *** toys in the freezer. Here, here! Wrath goes to the fella with the wicked demeanor. In an area of limited sight, this country, it’s people are sickened at the sights of themselves, and the wackos are coming out in large swaths, minerals and dimples strapped to their waist belts in the throes of a menopausal demagogue heaving OxyContin down El Camino Real.

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Nov 7, 2017

Nov 7, 2017 at 4:34 PM UTC

martin-narrod

Bell Pepper B.M. & People’s Republic of ****

She’s a dimple and a drag, corner of Worth and Magpie, French Vogue idioms and her mother’s red flowery hoop earrings. Aloha! Aloha! Oopty-oops in contract loot thru streets and backyard parties, concrete larders, her eyes lie like presidential promises, a slipknot of licorice around her neckline to keep her rising tide from the Menarche Moon. Anything to keep the little penny featherweight dancer from slipping. Her siblings poke fun at her funny way of speaking, her bath tub is just an excuse for chiseling at her innards, taking a drag at her lungs and punching her duck-billed platypus in the kidneys; a heavy-weight champion of the worm. That until all the saints come writhing off the fishing lines. Until the ballerina’s edema coexists with Tokyo extremists, serial killer behemoths that keep body parts and *** toys in the freezer. Here, here! Wrath goes to the fella with the wicked demeanor. In an area of limited sight, this country, it’s people are sickened at the sights of themselves, and the wackos are coming out in large swaths, minerals and dimples strapped to their waist belts in the throes of a menopausal demagogue heaving OxyContin down El Camino Real.

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Do you known what *** is like? Yiska said. No I lied. We were lying on the grass of the sports field near school. A warm sun overhead. Wonder what it's like she said. No idea I replied although I lied. She looked at me I wish we could find out she said but there is no where here abouts. No no where I said. She lay on her back gazing at the sky. I lay beside her other kids were lying about or playing ball or chase games. If my mother wasn't home all day we could go there in our lunch time but she's always there Yiska said. Shame she don't go out I said. Some girls in class reckon they have but I think they just say that to sound big she said. Guess they do I said. Any boys in your class reckon they have? she said. No one has said to me such I said. Too young really I guess she said. Yes I guess so I said keeping what Yehudit and I did in the gym that lunch time well hid.

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Apr 16, 2017

Apr 16, 2017 at 4:03 AM UTC

TerryCollett

WELL HIDDEN 1962

Do you known what *** is like? Yiska said. No I lied. We were lying on the grass of the sports field near school. A warm sun overhead. Wonder what it's like she said. No idea I replied although I lied. She looked at me I wish we could find out she said but there is no where here abouts. No no where I said. She lay on her back gazing at the sky. I lay beside her other kids were lying about or playing ball or chase games. If my mother wasn't home all day we could go there in our lunch time but she's always there Yiska said. Shame she don't go out I said. Some girls in class reckon they have but I think they just say that to sound big she said. Guess they do I said. Any boys in your class reckon they have? she said. No one has said to me such I said. Too young really I guess she said. Yes I guess so I said keeping what Yehudit and I did in the gym that lunch time well hid.

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I lay on the grass by the tent at the San Sebastian base camp warm sun other tents all around Miriam beside me hands behind her head sunglasses tight curled red-hair music on the loudspeakers some Spanish stuff how'd you sleep? she asked eyes closed I said no how did you sleep good or bad? she said not bad the ex army guy yakked a lot about his mother's new boyfriend and how they don't get on (the ex army guy and the mother's boyfriend) is he jealous? Miriam asked no idea his problem not mine but he will yak so I said how about you? I asked giving Miriam a sideways glance some Yorkshire girl she don't say much but when she does I can't understand what she's saying I asked her if she had a boyfriend and she said feckless can gerr eur lad I smiled which one is she? I asked big ***** girl with blonde hair in bunches Miriam said O her I said she's not bad looking but not as good as me Miriam said raising her highbrows of course not I said Miriam smiled and lay her hands on her stomach and turned her head to gaze at me (but the blonde Yorkshire lass had a nice *** maybe we should match up the ex-army with the blonde? I said then we can share my tent Miriam frowned then said can't see it myself the blonde and ex-army together shame I said do you always think of *** Miriam asked giving me her stare not always sometimes I think of ***** and art and music here and there.

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Jul 5, 2015

Jul 5, 2015 at 10:44 AM UTC

TerryCollett

HERE AND THERE 1970.

I lay on the grass by the tent at the San Sebastian base camp warm sun other tents all around Miriam beside me hands behind her head sunglasses tight curled red-hair music on the loudspeakers some Spanish stuff how'd you sleep? she asked eyes closed I said no how did you sleep good or bad? she said not bad the ex army guy yakked a lot about his mother's new boyfriend and how they don't get on (the ex army guy and the mother's boyfriend) is he jealous? Miriam asked no idea his problem not mine but he will yak so I said how about you? I asked giving Miriam a sideways glance some Yorkshire girl she don't say much but when she does I can't understand what she's saying I asked her if she had a boyfriend and she said feckless can gerr eur lad I smiled which one is she? I asked big ***** girl with blonde hair in bunches Miriam said O her I said she's not bad looking but not as good as me Miriam said raising her highbrows of course not I said Miriam smiled and lay her hands on her stomach and turned her head to gaze at me (but the blonde Yorkshire lass had a nice *** maybe we should match up the ex-army with the blonde? I said then we can share my tent Miriam frowned then said can't see it myself the blonde and ex-army together shame I said do you always think of *** Miriam asked giving me her stare not always sometimes I think of ***** and art and music here and there.

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