Long Low cut Poems

I woke up this morning feeling quite relaxed 
Even though the night was rough my sleep was enough
I picked up my jug to fetch some ice from the hotel restaurant
So I stopped at the front...

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The Mojo Trick
Loch David Crane
June 1979

Sweat-sticky and hot! The P. I. is not
	a comfortable place to be;
but sit here and perspire (as though by the fire)
	and I'll tell a tale to thee.

I was coming alive...

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There was poetry,
In the open fields,
On the slanted blueberries,
On the skirts of schoolgirls,

There was poetry,
In the sunny cupboards,
In the quiet gardens,
In the sweet air of spring,

There was some poetry
In the caressing hands,
In the chalk of...

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It was just another Saturday night,
wasn't with nobody
My pockets were full
and my heart was on call
I was dressed to the nines,
and my hair was laid just fine
when I stepped into the 
Coats-For-Kids charity ball
I made...

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A Woman’s Worth
When she walks in the room
she wants people to stop and stare
not because they’re whispering…
what she got on girl, what’s up with that hair?
But because she looks good, conservative and chic
looking her best...

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What’s fair is fair

I walked into Macys Department Store the other day
thinking I’d buy a few items for the summer
I entered on the first floor and was met by
counter after counter of cosmetics and perfume
with...

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The lady In Red

She missed out on the green silk dress; it was sold before she did buy
But when the red dress came to the store she did not let this one pass her by
The...

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We stood there, back to back, creating shadows in rooms the sun

dared.not.touch.


I could see eyes racing through breath and life stalled herself, time equated minutes with
the way my knees shook, and I counted the blinking...

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THERE IS THIS MAN

THE MAN THAT CLAIMED TO BE A FRIEND

THE SAME MAN WHO STOLE MY INNOCENCE

HE TOOK MY CHILDHOOD FROM ME

AND NOW THE ONLY WAY I FEEL LIKE A KID AGAIN IS TO CRY...

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painted my fingernails
  lips, eyes, cheeks
          with dark
lovely pink
went out on the town
purse, shoes, belt
   had hues and shades
of pink and of brown
spritz...

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Before it’s too late

Distant bells clatter on cloud fed weathered skies where
darkness creeps past low light vestibules, faded beams flicker 
Short skirts wave in a winter wind, breezy attributes
revealing fishnet thighs calling to the next...

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Running her hand over her smooth, long leg
She sips red wine and tosses back her hair
The smokey air in the Main Street bar
Seems to lift when she sees him there
 
Across the room, a lady...

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Oh, the fine attire.  
Women in low cut, grand gowns.
Men in their finest plumage.
Strutting Peacocks, aiming to draw attention.

I wore tails of silk, with fine brocade work as the trim, down the sleek lapels....

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He drifts into town on his 
faithful quarter horse called Moose 
who has a three-legged gait 
which gives him saddle sores 
when riding miles from place to place. 

A desert wind storm hits them hard,
he...

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He drifted into town
on his faithful quarter horse called Moose
who had a three-legged gait 
which gave him saddle sores
when drifting from town-to-town.

A desert wind hit them hard,
he pulled his cowboy hat further down his face
so...

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Vexation seeps through sighs 
As the pen finds comfort 
Sharing the same story

Nonsensical pretty boys 
With smoke cloud habits 
And bloodshot ponderings

Vaunting on their 
Newsworthy delinquency 
With incessant metal bar consequences 

Promulgating in the same...

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The Green Silk Dress
Eons back in time, was a tall maiden fair
A long pair of legs and equally long blond hair.
A green silk dress, she once did espy
The colour would pick the green out in...

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Kenya lived a rather dull life unto the point
 she decided to get involved with Malik.  
Kenya was
a plain looking black woman in her 30's  
who never had any real luck with men....

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 Dragon eyes with breathless skin, that was him.  Lips that could taste like strawberries, but he makes all the women swoon when he walks into the room.   He blew me away...

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I am from Great Britain  – it’s not a rumour
I always try to write with a sense of humour

In 1996 we moved to live in the Isle of Man
I can say with hand on...

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WHERE WERE YOU IN THE SEVENTIES

i was between a tween and adult, in the house of the hudson valley,
and music was my main man,

i would hear whispered in my ear
me and mrs. jones...we got a...

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Her Every Desire


She is like the gangrel bat
All dead tails
Paled
And white lace
Black painted fingernails
Softened by whimsical’s
Wide eyed
Over a thin lip tea cup
She smiles

Reading the leaves of a bedraggled misfortune
Your own
Over purple velvet cloth
Where many a...

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Part 2

He ambles over and asks if he could share a table with her,
Scantily dressed in a low cut cheap floral dress revealing gun pouches,
Smiling with a fag hanging from the side of her face...

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I do not like to get snootlgsh this early in the day 
But I heard this tale from my whartlesnot of a neighbor
And even though she is sometimes titlewhemp
I felt the tale had some merit,...

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A short while later the most attractive man 
she had ever seen entered
the bank.  Lost in his good looks Kenya 
had to find the words "May I help
you?"  He introduced himself.  "...

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