Great White Buffalo

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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
In my ear
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

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jacky franco

I love th this poem too ((:

Thu, June 2nd, 2011 3:57am


thank you :)

Thu, June 2nd, 2011 9:35am


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


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


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


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


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


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

Mon, June 6th, 2011 11:15am

Poet Sex God

O I must saytha this poem blew my mind. It is very well written. You have great skill of the language. Very nice. :)

Tue, June 21st, 2011 4:17am


thank you!!!

Tue, June 21st, 2011 9:20am

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