cocked

a cocked neck
to
the left allowing for a
more than careless
whisper to deliver a quip
designed to locate sexual
interest.

it was familar.
it was me.
she....

wiggles

And she got messy.
let her hair down
and washed away usual
with a few cute hip
wiggles
she knew max couldn't
resist.

this city

this City
When bars all had shitty 19" TVs with rabbit ears
And that trashy brunette
couldn't escape into a text message.

this city once had that
now the philosopher king sits
waiting for reason to take her
place.