he refered to cigarettes as 'c's
and pushed my book of Rimbaud aside
in a worrisome manner
pulling out two cups and some rhum
i wondered if he had been watching me
i crossed my legs
and pursed my face
trying to hide my unneasiness
he spoke terrible french
and i hoped he would answer no
when i asked about his english
he asked me to kiss the sky
and let butterflies land on his lips
i want you
he said
as if ordering another coffee
i'm not into that i answered
i don't like men
(waitress, another refill please)
like a child hearing the word
pharmaceuticals or photosynthesis
he blinked what seemed a million lash signals
and ran his dry fingers across his chin
i grimaced loudly
and i puffed out my chest
feeling defense was a nearing action
i tried to concentrate my hands
on the table's heat
my eye lids drooped just enough
so the expression been there, done that
flashed ambitiously around me
like a halo giving off the odor of rotting flesh
-subtlety was never my strong suit
but before i could muster up a valuable excuse
to leave
i saw his mouth opening slyly
and his crooked teeth parted
letting only enough space for the tip of his tongue
to roll flatly side to side
with about as much sex appeal as a dirty tissue
so with Rimbaud in one hand
and disgust hanging heavily in the other
i thanked him for the drink
and apologized, in my head,
to the seat i left empty
and to the next girl who dared to sit
A contest entry
- Poetry From Poets by onerios13.
20000 points, ended August 26, 43 entries
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Comments
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taken aback by how interesting this poem is.
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why thank you!!!
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wow, what an ass that guy was.
this is amazing again, like usual.
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Well, if it is possible, your writing is continuing to get better with time. I mean, your talent is immense partly because you simply live it and don't indulge the iconic image that surrounds it. There were so many fabulous lines in this piece...too many to name.
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Yeahhh, the ol' tongue swishin' around his teeth would have made me leave in a big hurry, too. 
This is a raw, stark, pure piece of writing, Poet. Very visual, all-too vivid. Been there/done that myself. Uggghhh. 
I liked to quote the line from "Boys on the Side"; when Mary's character is asked if she's a lesbian, too, she retorts, "Are you my alternative?" 
Good luck in the contest, Sweetie. You rock. 
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thank you very much!!
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creepy
...really creepy...
was this in bay du vin or 3r (either would seem plausable)
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haha it was in montreal i went to visit jo this week
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...that sounds like you...hobnobbing with "the beautiful people" bumming your spare change!
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lol ouin mais cest meme pas moi qui la aborder!
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haha great imagery in this... you must be french-canadian. I've seen this very scene many times in montreal.
the good old lesbian excuse to get away... i bet he didn't buy it
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hahaha yeah he didnt buy it, worst part it its not even an excuse, but looks like im gonna have to find some!
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Rimbaud... heedy reading. Love it. I enjoyed the conversational tone here. At times it was almost a wee bit too "journal-ish", and almost TOO conversational and less poetic, but in a way, that's its charm. I'm not sure it would have the same effect if you got too pretty with your words and line structure here. The last line was lovely. Thanks for sharing.
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yeah i didnt want to make it pretty. the whole thing was really anything but pretty lol
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