when i was a teen girl
i had a teen boy lover
he was broken like James Dean
and like Brando a real bad ass mutherfucker
he kissed with a platinum tongue
as we walked along the Venice sand
he’d get into fights
all bloody and bruised
but we still caught the moonlight
sucking on the booze
we’d fuck until we couldn’t walk
not because of sex or anything
but because of all the glue we huffed
those were wild times
in the eyes of other people
to a punk skater kid
of broken inner spirit
the life style was his fort
me i was just a wanna be
looking for a Trojan Horse
to leave this solar system far behind
by sixteen i’d been dead so many times
and had gotten taken advantage of by force
all because of it
Blaine with the dirty blonde mohawk
my only refuge that boy was
we swore our love
with Sharpie marker anarchy tattoos
and shared pizza crusts
from the dumpsters down on Zephyr
at night we’d find some Gypsy camp
and howl unto the face of angels
howling at the moon just seemed so trite
but when we’d look in each other’s eyes
there were no stars in them
like with the Montagues’ and Capulets’
just an existential escape past our sullied souls
knowing that we had no plan
just living for the day
no flowers in my hair
no money for the Goddamned fare
from desperation blvd. to hole ave.
just me and Blaine alone together
simultaneous fear and madness punching in the air
we lived like Cohen and the Beats
the Velvets and Andy and Billy Name
we talked about fascism and Ollie and the gang
La Revolucion y El Che
we talked about other times
his aunt Myrtle’s minced meat pie
Constantinople and even Hemingway
he read about the Bolsheviks
while i adored Bukowski
he slept in the LA Central Library
on my bony dirty lap
one of the most beautiful
and sacred memories of my life
was my chipped fingernail polish
fingers picking out two tiny
purple flower petals
from his gentle baby hair crown
I was once a real bad boy.
I’ve still got an unreturned book from
the school library to prove it 😎
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Damn dude my mother warned me about people like you. I feel so dirty!
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Life in the fast lane. Great verse 👍🏻💪🏻❤️
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Thank you for reading and visiting friend xo
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You’re welcome.
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Sure feels like a lot of heart in this…
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There were many good times:) thanks for reading friend xo
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Ah, Evostik memories!
The gift of glue! xo 😉
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Lol lol lol xo
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Reblogged this on Ben Naga and commented:
Deserves more readers. (IMHO)
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So very kind friend thank you xo
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Ben was right, it does, he sent me here. It’s strong and chewy. This is my favourite line
‘he kissed with a platinum tongue’
I like to pull them out and stand them alone sometimes.
– Esme upon the Cloud
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Thank you for visiting friend 👍✌💕
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I wonder where Blaine is now and if he still has that dirty blonde Mohawk.
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Lol I think about 15 years ago he was an attorney for a business firm out in Connecticut and going bald which is cool too 🙂 kinda hot
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This brilliant poem reads like ‘Beat poetry’ and I love it. So raw, truthful, and straight to the point. 🙂
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Thanks friend xo
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You are welcome my friend. 🙂
This song is for you and the poem.
Minor Threat – In My Eyes
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Cool thanks 🙂
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You welcome. 🙂
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I came here thanks to Ben Naga. This poem is stunning. I am glad I visited, such emotion, such truth. Thank you for sharing. 💜
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Thank you friend xo
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It’s a pleasure 💜
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This is so moving.
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Thank you friend xo
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You’re very welcome 💙
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U, the queen of profoundness! 🧐
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Lol thank you Eugenia xoxo
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