Great White Buffalo

Poem by: BriaTaylor

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Remembering

I scrub the marker off my hands

Girlfriends clamber down the stairs

Dirty dark basement club

Dub dub dub thumps

No air down here

Indie hipster get together

We're way too cool for this

We have better things to do

At least I want you to think so

There you are

Sitting on your throne

Guarded by your friends

Smug smile

You know you run this city

But your swagger doesn't pass my eyes

Yes, I would love a drink.

Cigarettes mix with our breath in the cold

I don't even smoke anymore

Your eyes are black

Only pupils

Big big black pupils

Of course you can see me again.

A face like that, who would've known

I got dressed up for a reason.

You run so I'll chase you

But no one stares like that

Unless they want to touch touch touch touch

You can touch

Hand slides over my ass

She told me we can use her room later.

Fourth floor studio

Don't you know what time it is?!

It's a Sunday night for Christ's Sake

We don't care.

Sitting on your lap

in front of everyone

You can't stop touching me

dub dub dub dub dub dub dub

We're not leaving here until they call the cops.

Dancing with my girlfriends

I hope you're watching

You pull me over by my necklace

It breaks in your hands

My whole body feels you

You can't wait you say

In my ear

Eyes follow us

Into her room

It doesn't lock.

You can't resist the feel of my heel

sliding down your spine

I think it's time we both give in

Skin skin skin skin skin skin

Yours is filled with ink.

There's no air in here

Only us

Suffocating together

Music, voices, laughter

Just outside the door

It doesn't lock.

Submitted: June 01, 2011

Poetry drugs night party drinking desire sex lust consciousness stream alcohol club indie hipster

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jacky franco

I love th this poem too ((:

Thu, June 2nd, 2011 3:57am

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thank you :)

Thu, June 2nd, 2011 9:35am

GuruGuy

Powerful! Just...powerful! Okay i'm using the same words here. How about this: I like this poem because I can feel the character (or you i don't know). The way it is being said is what intrigue me; it's like a slap in the face or some character showing who she is (it's a she, right? haha sometime I get mixed up). Good work!

Thu, June 2nd, 2011 8:46am

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hahaha im not trying to be all mystical and symbolic or anything, the character is me. and thank you :)

Thu, June 2nd, 2011 9:26am

arun

Oops an almost-erotic poem?

I love it... God give me at least a morsel of Sabrina's talent!

Thu, June 2nd, 2011 8:49am

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it's not so much an erotic poem as it is my attempt to mentally document, if you will, that night.

Thu, June 2nd, 2011 9:23am

Cyraus

From your comment above, I see that this was an actual experience that you've had. I don't do those types of things but I won't judge you either.
Regarding the poem, I thought it was brilliant. The repitition of the words give it a audible sense of beat and suspense. It's very good. ^^

Sun, June 5th, 2011 11:49pm

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Thank you, I'm glad you were able to "hear" the poem, that was my intention

Mon, June 6th, 2011 11:15am