Poems

« Bubble Brain | Poetry and Stories | Candid Construction »

March 24, 2005

Cams

I sat there and so did others
But I was apart
Out of being newly born.
The last time I tried it
I was slowly welcome,
This time it seemed
That the mat would never be served,
So I ordered a beer instead.
I felt uncomfortably young
And wanted to slide behind
The large-mouthed jukebox
Hoping to find the courage to survive.
The door opened and I wanted to
Run into the rainy street
But the army coming in
Blocked the hallway,
Forcing me back inside.
They entered the room
And filled it
Lifting my spirits in a glance.
My age had company,
If only my mind did too.
She stood there, shoulders square
Supporting a nicely-fitting leather jacket
Shirt sexily unbuttoned to arouse
And that she did.
I joined in on the chants of the infantry
Hoping that the colonel might notice
But to her my chair was as empty as a man's head.
The lieutenant in charge of kissing affairs
Stood behind me masturbating
As her chest rubbed rhythmically against
My muscular arms which bulged with excitement.
Then she took me for a ride,
360 to dance on the floor.
Dance, colonel, dance, and lose yourself
Maybe next time you will see me.
Now you're too high, before too low
To run and play with mediocrity.
So I followed the army out the door
Leaving the colonel on the field
Counting battle scars...

Posted by BlueWolf on March 24, 2005 11:29 PM