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Day tripper. (An Acrostic)
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Day tripper.
An Angel of the streets
Yes looked good in the dark with light behind
Though her behind sagged She were a tripper
Ripping through every penny that she made.
I knew her when she was young n beautiful
Pimps ran her life now and oh how she’d aged
Persecuted by the cops with the tricks to play
Eventually she became the tripper every day.
Rita was the meter maid of Liverpool they Say
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Written by Philip.
She had a ticket to ride
But she don’t care.
November 4th 2018.
Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 8:30 AM UTC
Susie dresses in the attic;
she has washed quickly
with cold water in the
enamel bowl. Polly is
dressing on the side
of the room. Susie
watches her in the
dressing table mirror.
Kissed her shoulder
while she slept. Pressed
lips gently. If old cook moans
at me again, Polly said,
I'll stick her head in saucepan
for fecking dinner. Temper
on her. Glad she never felt
the kiss. Hurry up and dress
you lazy cow, Polly chided,
got the fires to do before
they get up. Polly is dressed,
wipes a dampened hand over
her hair. Will I do? Susie nods
and ties her apron strings.
Yes you'll do nicely. Close
to me. If only you would.
Polly leaves the room.
Susie gazes at the bed you
and me there if we could.
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 12:36 PM UTC
Susie snuggles
up to close to Polly
in the large iron bedstead,
places her cheek
against Polly's back,
her hands wrapped around
Polly's waist.
Polly sleeps;
a long day behind,
a long day ahead.
The cold night air in the attic,
makes Susie snuggle
closer still to Polly.
She listens;
hears the other maid's breathing;
she wants to kiss her,
but dares not.
She puts her lips close
to Polly's back
and pretends a kiss.
She wants a real kiss,
to kiss the lips
and hold close
as close can be,
but she dare not:
Polly would smack
her face or worse.
She had watched
Polly undress for bed;
it had made her day
that removing of clothing,
each time a little more
sight of flesh.
Some mornings(at 5am)
she pretends sleep,
watching Polly undress,
washing naked
with cold water
from the enamel bowl,
watching through
the slits of her eyes,
but says nothing
just a mouthful lies.
Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 3:38 AM UTC
Susie watches Polly
undress for bed.
Watches as she takes off
the white headdress
lets loose her black hair
the tresses down
over her shoulders.
Sees her unbutton
the black maids' dress
at the back
with her thin fingers.
Takes in how she steps out
of the dress and folds it
and puts into the chair
by the window.
Studies her removing
the thin white slip
which she puts
on top of the dress.
Polly sighs
and unclips
the black stockings
sits on the side
of the bed
takes them off
throwing them
over the side.
She stands up
removes her girdle
puts it on the chair
and looks back at Susie
and says
the **** you gawking at?
Just waiting for you
Susie says
Polly grabs an old nightdress
and puts it on
sniffs it
then grabs her
dressing gown
and puts it on.
She climbs into
the double bed
pulls up
the sheet and blankets
lies down
next to Susie.
The bed creaks
and the springs groan.
Shall I blow out
the candle now?
Susie says.
Sure why not
what's to see
Polly replies.
Susie blows out
the candle by the bed
they plunge
into darkness
except where
the moon glows outside.
Susie senses lust
kept shut up inside.
Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 11:09 AM UTC
Polly lies on
George's bed,
eyes closed,
feeling the mattress
beneath her,
trying to imagine
George there beside her,
or better still
on top of her,
as he was that last night
before he went back
to the Front and war.
She tries to pretend
he is kissing her,
touching her,
impregnating her
with his upper-class seed.
She holds herself,
embraces her body
with her own hands,
What you doing Polly?
Susie Simmons says.
Polly opens her eyes,
and leaps from the bed.
Frightened the ****** life
of out me,
you silly cow,
Polly says,
grabbing hold
of Susie's maid's uniform.
Sorry,
Susie says,
Gripe asked me
to see where you were;
what was you doing
lying on Master George bed?
Never you mind
what I was doing,
what the heck do
you think you were
doing making me
nigh wet myself?
Polly releases Susie's
uniform and tidies
her own hair,
and brushes down
her uniform.
Was you thinking of him?
Susie says.
What's it to you
if I were?
Nothing just asking,
Susie says.
Well let's get back
to Gripe
and see what she wants,
Polly says.
Susie nods and leaves
the room,
and Polly gives
a last look back
at the room and bed,
and keeps the memories
of him and her
in her head.
Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 2:15 AM UTC
Susie holds me close,
whispers in my ear,
Polly ain't you cold
with your arms
outside the blankets,
put them inside,
hug me closer.
I want George to hug,
not her,
his arms about me,
not her clutching me
in her desperate way,
his lips on mine,
not her wet lips
dribbling on my shoulder.
What you want me
so close for?
I say,
just get off to sleep,
and don't slobber on me.
But she hugs me closer,
her breath on my ear
whispering, Come on,
Polly, keep me warm,
I'm cold with the draft
from the attic windows
that don't meet properly,
Susie moans.
I put my arms inside,
put my arms about
her waist(skinny mare),
and think of George
stuck in some
hospital somewhere,
damaged by the War's
shock and blast,
and heads blown past,
and eyes sitting staring
on their own,
and wounded men's moan.
What you thinking of?
Susie says, sniffing
my *******
The War, and the Somme,
and Master George away,
hurt in mind they say.
Susie nods her head,
but wants me huddled nearer,
holds me close,
touches me, and says,
Shame about war,
and loss, and pain,
then she kisses
my neck again.
May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 1:21 PM UTC
Susie wrapped
her thin arms
right around
Polly's waist
in the bed
in the cold
attic space
Polly's thoughts
were on George
in his bed
where she thought
she should be
making love
as they did
times before
but since his
return from
the war front
he's not been
his old self
mentally
off balance
she allowed
Susie's arms
to enfold
about her
permitted
Susie's lips
to kiss her
cold shoulder
but it was
his lips she
pretended
were kissing
his arms there
around her
holding tight
to keep cold
in the night.
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 1:29 PM UTC
Susie lies in bed
watching Polly get up
and go
to the wash stand
and break the ice
in jug and pour
in the icy water
the air is cold and fresh
she wants to lie
in bed all day
not get up
and go down
to the kitchen
and help the cook
prepare breakfasts
she want to lie
in the bed
and rest and sleep
Polly undresses quickly
and washes her face
and neck and under
her arms
Susie watches
wishes Polly
was in bed again
she misses her
not being there
wishes she'd let her
hold her close
and kiss her neck
but she's washing quickly
and cursing
and Susie catches
a glimpse of Polly's ****
as she raises her arm
to wash
the curve
of her body
Polly turns around
and stares at her
get your backside
out of bed
you lazy mare
we've work to do
she says
Susie pulls a face
and shoves her hands
between her thighs
to keep them warm
want to stay
here all day
Susie says
get out or I'll pull
you out
Polly says
and undress
you myself
and slap
your backside
Susie gets up
and reluctantly
gets undressed
in the cold air
and stands
as Polly dresses
and gives a secret stare.
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 3:41 AM UTC
Susie lies beside Polly
in their bed
in their room
in the attic.
Chill in the air,
dark with only
moonlight to break up
the darkness.
Polly had cried
herself to sleep,
moping after Master George
and his plight
being home
from the Front.
She sleeps now
and Susie lays
her head against
Polly's shoulder,
a hand about her waist,
sniffing the body
for soap and odour
and hugging close.
Polly would have been
in his bed had he been well
and them up to no good
having ***
but she is here now
with Susie,
keeping her warm,
satisfying some
of her dreams
and desires
that lie deep within
like small lit fires.
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 6:45 AM UTC
Polly knows
some thing’s wrong
George is not
his old self
since he came
home on leave
from the Front
she begins
to undress
before bed
in the cold
attic room
with Susie
who lays there
in the bed
shivering
hurry up
get in bed
Susie says
it's freezing
Polly thinks
of George in
his own bed
all alone
normally
she'd have slept
in his bed
making love
when he came
home on leave
she the maid
he the son
of the lord
her master
with George's
head between
her young thighs
his moustache
tickling
her to joy
mounting her
like a horse
riding off
to love fields
come on Pol
Susie says
getting cold
Polly sighs
stands naked
then dresses
in the thick
grey nightgown
climbs into
the old bed
with Susie
not with George's
excepting
making love
hot with him
in her head.
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 8:36 AM UTC
Susie watches Polly walk
along the kitchen
tray in hand
eyes peering
Mrs Gripe moaning
Susie'd watched Polly
get out of the bed
that morning
in their shared room
in the attic
freezing cold
watched her go
to the basin and pour
cold water into the bowl
and taking off
her nightdress
(faded blue)
began to wash face
and neck and arms
all the time shivering
cursing under her breath
Susie'd studied
the body shiver
the legs
the arms move
the bottom move
then Polly turned and said
come on get up
get your **** out of bed
don't lay there
like some ****** princess
now she watches
as Polly puts the tray
on the side beside her
and look at her
her eyes searching
Mrs Gripe(the cook) saying
Susie girl
get a move on
with that washing up
there's more to do after that
Susie nods
and washes up quicker
and Polly says
Master George
maybe here today
and you know
what that means
Susie nods
and looks at Polly
as she moves away
the black and white uniform
the hips swaying
the hair pushed under
the white headpiece
and o yes she knows
what that means
she'll sleep alone
most of the night
while Polly's having it away
with Master George
while I'm hugging myself
against the cold
she looks back as Polly
goes by Mrs Gripe
getting orders
her backside swaying
side to side
o
Susie muses
if only it was me
she was getting all
excited about
not him
and a wave of darkness
comes over her
dull and dim.
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 3:00 AM UTC
Maids at noon
Performers in the eve'
Maria and Ayla worked,
For every penny they stole.
Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 2:12 AM UTC