Ladies By the Roadside

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Ladies By the Roadside

he loves ladies
by the roadside
pierced nipples,
black velvet deltas

fingers on legs,
baring rosebud crowns
blue birds, candy-stripers,
shy girl-offerings

back-alleys, freeways, city streets
he crosses the narrow line--
he'll never change
.

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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

GingerTyme’s Poems (10)

Title Comments
Title Comments
Immigrant Bucket 4
Text Me 2009 1
Papéré en Ville 1
Crawling Through 1
the Truly Insane 1
Ladies By the Roadside 0
Old Man's Lap 2
Child-like Sky 0
Pearl in a Golden Dream 4
Tales Untold 1