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Brass Knuckles

by Meghan Helmich

I can't wait to meet you
as you pull up in a stolen car
with bourbon on your breath
just a couple blocks away
from the smartest strip club
in the tri-county area.

We'll dump the car
after we've driven around
the city, limit to limit,
and scared all the tourists
out of their expensive cameras
with only a water pistol
in your pocket.

In the dark room,
you'll stand behind me
with your hands under my shirt
while I soak the film
to find out what people
think is beautiful.

11/07/2011

Posted on 11/07/2011
Copyright © 2024 Meghan Helmich

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/07/11 at 10:04 PM

I love the notion of the smartest strip-club in the tri-county area. Great first stanza, and it gets even better after that.

Posted by Ava Blu on 11/08/11 at 03:10 AM

I know the people who could do this together. I used to be one of them. I really like this.

Posted by Mo Couts on 11/08/11 at 03:44 AM

That third stanza pulled me in so closely and whispered in my ear "this could be about you". Thank you for your beautiful words and for not being afraid to share your talent with us; so awesome!

Posted by Nadia Gilbert Kent on 11/08/11 at 03:54 AM

Oh man. Nothing like the vandal bubble to keep you warm in November.

Posted by Sal Haefling on 11/08/11 at 01:59 PM

Love the visuals at the last stanza. sexxxy.

Posted by Joe Cramer on 11/09/11 at 06:52 PM

... excellent.....

Posted by Jolie Jordan on 02/02/15 at 09:47 AM

Hell yeah! This packs a punch. Good read

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/02/15 at 08:34 PM

Rebels with a cause, kind of wanting what other people have, kind of not. Nice write. Congrats on POTD!

Posted by Linda Fuller on 02/03/15 at 02:07 AM

Terrific poem.

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