Panty Hose and Pillows By Poetry

PANTYHOSE AND PILLOWS I RECALL A PILLOW CASE AND PUTTING PANTY-HOSE OVER MY HEAD IF MEMORY SERVES ME CORRECTLY I THINK THEY WERE BRIGHT RED I WAS STROLLING DOWN A SIDE STREET WITH A HOME TO PICK BECAUSE A JUNKIE DOES THAT WHICH HE MUST WHENEVER HE BECOMES DOPE-SICK SO I CONTINUE WALKING AND AMBLING DOWN THE STREET TRYING IN EARNEST TO SEEM INDISCREET JUST THEN MY EYES ESPIED A HOUSE WITH A WINDOW OPENED WIDE AND THAT’S WHEN JESSE JAMES BECAME MY GUIDE SO I GLIDE IN THE WINDOW WITH NARY A SOUND WHILE PRAYING ALL THE WHILE NO ONE ELSE WAS AROUND I NEEDED TWO THINGS WHICH WERE CALM AND SILENCE BECAUSE THE LAST THING A DOPE-SICK JUNKIE NEEDS IS VIOLENCE SO I BEGIN LOADING MY PILLOW CASE WITH THINGS I COULD HARDLY SEE BUT ONE SHOULDN’T BE PICKY WHEN EVERYTHING’S FOR FREE I WAS WILD AND THOUGHT MYSELF WILY WAY BACK WHEN AND THAT’S WHY I’M WRITING THIS WHILE SERVING SEVEN TO TEN © 2010.….Poefree