Streets

[Jerrybaldy]

I lick scabbed lips
for the kisses they remember.
I stroke fingers
for the hand jobs
they gave.
I love what pain created
for it made you
and the red, red eyes
I believe in.
If you have a vein free
it's mine.
Teach me
what poets
write shi t about,
with warm bones
and easy pens.
Give me crabs
with feelings,
screw me with your eyes shut,
take me to your streets.

[Jerrybaldy]

I made the mistake of posting this before it was ready. Its ready now.

[hillwalker]

Cynicism-u-like. Nobody does it better.

H

[Haunted]

Sordid and poetic at the same time, Jerry's signature no doubt. I'm so loving the opening lines, strangely romantic and sad:

I lick scabbed lips
for the kisses they remember.

[Jack of Hearts]

Read less 'cynicism' and more 'dirty love' in this one.







J

[Jerrybaldy]

Thank you Hill, Haunted and Jack.

I volunteered to work in a homeless shelter over christmas and this was me musing on what it may be like to fall for one of the 'working girls' I met there.

[Haunted]

Good for you Jer. The volunteer work that is, not falling for a working girl.