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I Think She’s Hot

If I wanted to meet someone beautiful, right away, I’d think she’s hot. If I wanted to meet someone sensual,

She struts the stage, coyly, of the Cold Chrome Club, somehow balanced on high six inch heels. Lithely wrapping her

I’m done with Bukowski. Done with the stale cigar smoke and bar napkin sonnets. Done with the man ~ with

Shallow, the blow of a harbor breeze morn arrives with the autumn air Shallow, the breath of a tortured soul

I want to be impaled on a pink flamingo laid out on John Waters lawn. I want to see cat

Tomorrow was yesterday – the day imagination took flight; the day my sneakers touched the dust of that distant

(The days of the nickel dates are long gone but the memories do endure for a pretty young girl of

I can almost hear her voice beckoning to, “Come up and see me sometime” Sequins shine, hugging curves which went

Strange. It seems the rims don’t seal quite as well as she remembers. And the colors; the greens and yellows

I don’t know anymore what’s cool or keen or what you mean when you say “whatever” Someway, one day when