Angela's Poem

Sweet dark smell upon the sea lanes that night
Opened-toed beauty step’s along to the light
Quick swirl of satin snaps along with the tight
tap-tap-tapping of her heels out of sight

She’s got smarts and the savvy, they say that’s her appeal,
Her innermost is shameless, but oh she’s so real
The cigarette she holds is only there for the feel
The light in her gloved hand is first to reveal

Her likeness is the lady glow, Madonna with her breasts
the babes in arms caressed as though they seek her knowing best
the taps upon the decking now a tap upon her ... test
what’s left behind the might have been
if her worst had been her best

four hours before, the night was young,
though restless play was about
four hours before, the bar was done,
the stragglers wandering out

the quaffs of ale and party cheer and hand slaps all around
four hours before were echoes in the horns and hoots and sounds
an offered ride, a ride back home was quietly declined
for in the car was untamed heart, the night had not resigned
for years ago, and many more, she’d played all sports and games
for years ago, she knew the drill, and threw it just the same
but footballs, pucks, and GI Joes were presents to them all.

she’s a princess of a special kind
sleek dress, purse skin of goat
she paces ‘round the loading docks
the clicking ‘neath her coat
Who knew, back then, that all she’d like was just a barbie doll

waiting for the sailors
who here will dock their boat
light up for the cigarette,
she leans upon the post.

she’s got
bare naked covered lovely lace-written thighs
sweet feet attached to straps of 4 inches highs
she’s got
high ends to make the most of forgotten meals
good fashion sense that only makes what you feel


it’s slow down walking, sleek legs on spiked feet
it’s slow down Charlie, find the key to the suite
sit down, lie apart, relax and enjoy
the only thing that’s missing is the plot and the ploy

four hours before, the moon was out
and jostling filled the cold
four hours before, the bar was closed
and all went to their the soul
the pints of beer and swaying near, and party-pool ‘til dawn
four hours before were echoes in the horns and hoots and songs
An offered ride, a ride back home was quietly declined
for in the car was fashion dudes, the night was not resigned
for years ago, and many more, she’d played all sports and games
for years ago, she knew the drill, and threw it just the same
but footballs, pucks, and GI-Joes were presents to them all.

Who knew, back then, that all she’d like was just a barbie doll


back then it was a dream, perhaps an illusion
back then it was a demon, perhaps her delusion
for real a struggle for herself with male/female infusion

was beauty to its cause
her beauty speaks of softness
and of diamonds that she’s worn

But be careful, oh my friend

it’s just the eye of the storm
Sweet dark smell upon the sea lanes that night
Opened-toed beauty step’s along to the light
Quick swirl of satin snaps along with the tight
tap-tap-tapping of her heels out of sight
She’s got smarts and the savvy, they say that’s her appeal,
Her innermost is shameless, but oh she’s so real
The cigarette she holds is only there for the feel
The light in her gloved hand is first to reveal
Her likeness is the lady glow, Madonna with her breasts
the babes in arms caressed as though they seek her knowing best
the taps upon the decking now a tap upon her ... test
what’s left behind the might have been
if her worst had been her best
four hours before, the night was young,
though restless play was about
four hours before, the bar was done,
the stragglers wandering out
the quaffs of ale and party cheer and hand slaps all around
four hours before were echoes in the horns and hoots and sounds
an offered ride, a ride back home was quietly declined
for in the car was untamed heart, the night had not resigned
for years ago, and many more, she’d played all sports and games
for years ago, she knew the drill, and threw it just the same
but footballs, pucks, and GI Joes were presents to them all.
she’s a princess of a special kind
sleek dress, purse skin of goat
she paces ‘round the loading docks
the clicking ‘neath her coat
Who knew, back then, that all she’d like was just a barbie doll
waiting for the sailors
who here will dock their boat
light up for the cigarette,
she leans upon the post.
she’s got
bare naked covered lovely lace-written thighs
sweet feet attached to straps of 4 inches highs
she’s got
high ends to make the most of forgotten meals
good fashion sense that only makes what you feel
it’s slow down walking, sleek legs on spiked feet
it’s slow down Charlie, find the key to the suite
sit down, lie apart, relax and enjoy
the only thing that’s missing is the plot and the ploy
four hours before, the moon was out
and jostling filled the cold
four hours before, the bar was closed
and all went to their the soul
the pints of beer and swaying near, and party-pool ‘til dawn
four hours before were echoes in the horns and hoots and songs
An offered ride, a ride back home was quietly declined
for in the car was fashion dudes, the night was not resigned
for years ago, and many more, she’d played all sports and games
for years ago, she knew the drill, and threw it just the same
but footballs, pucks, and GI-Joes were presents to them all.
Who knew, back then, that all she’d like was just a barbie doll
back then it was a dream, perhaps an illusion
back then it was a demon, perhaps her delusion
for real a struggle for herself with male/female infusion
was beauty to its cause
her beauty speaks of softness
and of diamonds that she’s worn
But be careful, oh my friend
it’s just the eye of the storm


Angela