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Lady Killer
by Walter Jones (Age: 63)
copyright 08-08-2004


Age Rating: 18 to 127

 
Sore and tired looking for the curb
knowing well the words will come
slowly sets the bottle down in the town

Poor excuse for a drunk

Feels the sound of city streets holding me
keep the song playing a soulful tune
in the window could not find the telling

Wasted piece of nothing a skunk

Crying time is looking the wind of her eyes
bottle bottom up side dripping life to ground
kissed the feet of passion as the pain shut out the light

Crawl back into your hole you fool

Needle swells the vision of a life well done
from the darkside of the room she tasted his doom
dollars filled the ledger as she wrote good bye

Tripped by the whore claiming your soul

No need to see gravel fall in steps or dust shook loose
as the door closes in the life to those reaching
tears slip into the cesspool dripping in this side of heaven

No dollars in your mind a pocket full of sorry

Filler to the story she lays upon the bed soft dreams that are dead
oh what is the wind saying and who is the person living in my skin
taste is dry and mind is all-wrong she lifts me up to taste the last of the wine

Dead on arrival born to die in her arms the end of a story ‘fool’




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09-14-2008 Mary -BrytEyz- Ball    

So many of your phrases could find a rhyme in me, all their own. So many wordings catch my imagination off gaurd and start the gears turning that keep me awake at night.

who is the person living in my skin

And again and again I ask this again and again... just who IS this person, living in my skin!!! How many times have I asked this? How many times has it gone unanswered? ...

A pocket full of sorry...

And what does THAT buy? For surely something full of something isn't empty, for even emptiness is full of loneliness. Sigh... vicious circles of thought make for a dizzy evening. I should know better than to read your work right before I'd planned to go to bed. LOL

Hugs and take care, Walt!

BrytEyz
08-19-2005 Roger Crique    

Again, an outstanding piece of literature, emphasizing the barter of the body and the compromise of the soul. Prostitution, the oldest profession by far, will continue to bring people together as it did in times of yore and will continue to separate them. Vivid imagery, compiled with a great storyline, makes this a great poem.
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