Poetry Prompt #20

poetry prompt – drunk and inappropriate

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  1. Bar stools creak and groan like my bones

    a shot sits waiting, number 8, I’m sure

    a night-owl lush within icy faceless crowds

    spirits help to forget, but who really cares

    many thoughts of love creep in and out

    desires seem cold, wanton lust dreamer

    a sudden breeze clears all my thoughts

    the scent of perfume and wine drifts by

    essence of female genes waft in the air

    like the smells of honey buns on Sunday

    in a wink, she’s gone, like an express bus

    I’ll get her name and number one day; but

    until then, yes another shot if you please.

    by Ken Allan Dronsfield

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