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Dedicated to Rachel Doven (consider yourself warned)
by Jolie Jordan
I see you, two years from now-
kneeling, crouching, breathless,
in a cheap run-down motel
licking the semen from some
faceless body while inarticulate
utterances float from his vile mouth.
You stand-
using your tattily-manicured fingers
to straighten black fishnet stockings
that had crept up your abused thighs.
He'll pretend to be dominant-
while counting out salacious bills
and placing them so pompously
in your outstretched palm.
You'll leave him there-
in the the once-white, now
yellowish stained walls,
sprawled out upon
the damp bed
smoking a vulgar cigar,
watching an old television set.
It's funny-
how the most unbalanced thoughts
of a scene that hasn't yet occured
can make my insides invert with delight.
10/08/2003 Author's Note: Not many people get poetry dedicated to them, I hope Rachel enjoys this one. [/sarcasm]
Posted on 10/08/2003
Copyright © 2024 Jolie Jordan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jason Wardell on 10/08/03 at 10:51 AM ah, wonderful! this type of thing keeps me calm and collected throughout my day. i can see into the future, i like to say. great job, i certainly hope she deserves it ;) |
| Posted by Cole Miller on 10/09/03 at 02:26 PM it makes me wonder where people see me in a few years... yikes... well written! |
| Posted by Karen Koser on 10/09/03 at 10:55 PM I like this one. You hit hard. |
| Posted by Aaron Blair on 10/11/03 at 08:58 PM Heh. I'm guessing you hate this chick muchly? |
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