Twenty Dollar Fix

That itch you need to scratch; sex seeping menthol. ;)

 

The park bench, overcrowded.

Perfume calamity.

Stench of Newports;

A menthol vibe,

On a bench painted olive drab.

 

Fishnets shakin’ me sober;

A stale hand job,

Twenty bucks a pop.

She can’t do much else

‘Till the bus comes ‘round.

 

Ain’t no big toe, babe.

Crack and pop the bones

That lead right through those toes.

All the highs and the lows,

From the kitchen floor

To the ceiling fan;

She hits those notes.

 

Playin’ with swords

Can get you dead, love.

Ridin’ on a hotel balcony,

Draggin’ on those menthol tones.

I’m swallowin’ that sweet perfume;

Chokin’ on that olive drab.

 

Stallin’ out in a parkin’ lot,

Stumblin’ over a broken stiletto;

Parkin’ it on a crowded bench.

Lookin’ over at me with that smoke

Driftin’ through your lips,

Noticin’ the twenty

I got stashed in my pocket, babe.

Author's Note

Wrote it for the "Flowing with Stories" contest, just for fun. :)

Reviews

[Passingdaze]

That is some wicked good imagery!!! It makes me miss livin' in the stinkin' filth of the big city. I can't express how much I enjoyed reading this. It was like a dark cloud coming to destroy a peaceful sky and that in itself will earn you a very sizeable rating from me. Many,many kudos and yeah...Just great.

[Bran the Broken]

Very vivid, fresh, dark and gritty images. Loving it. The rhythm too.

[Doctor Deathstab]

"A stale handjob," absolutely the most incredible thing I've read all day so far. I kinda got a picture in my head of the deed being just business without pleasure on both ends.

[Wildecat]

Nice flow and an awesome poem, a pleasure to read.

[Chaos]

I entered the contest too. I loved this piece. The flow of the story is awsome and I loved how you used "big toe" as slang; brilliant!