Sunday, September 20, 2009

A Poem By a Friend

Outta Sight

New York Poem

by Wiggidy-Wilkes


Suits black, skirts short -New York!!!- men and ladies lean and leaning.

Madmen running, scooting, chewing -gum- and laughing loudly, proudly. Dowries! Dandy honeys high-heeled, clickity-clacking, smelling flowery.

My, my! Fly whips, loose hips, tight lips, light trips.

Clubbing, drunken bumbling, shoulder drubbing. Couples rubbing, touching, tonguing and the chubbies lonely, wond'ring.

Yelling, telling, fingers wagging, screeching, singing, make-believing. Fleeing, fleeing, always fleeing, thinking might just bring the dreaming, screaming with those spinning feelings.

Crowds -boys- loud noise, thumping. Booming bass ballooning. Crooning died with "tunes" and "boonies."

Now electro,Wayne and West flow, hot one week BUT GONE THE NEXT THO'.

Where do you go, on a Saturday night? Outta sight, heading for the Gates of Eden,

Fear and Loathing all aloning.


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