Short Nylons Poems

Decrescendo
into daylight -
eyes open to
fragmented dreams,
sunlight,
morning coffee,
and today's feature story.
Nylons and high-heels
out the door,
the subway waits.

poco piu mosso
another day...
another day...

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work in progress
Footle of Country Bands

S**t Kickers/slide guitar
cowboys 
Stetson 

John Denver/folk music
“Thank God”
fiddler


Footle Of Rock Bands

Guitar strings/stockings
steely 
nylons

Big hair/bands
hairspray
glamour 

Roadies/Hotel
seconds
trashed rooms

Thrash/Punk Rock
Bangers
Façade...

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she doesn't
wattle she
doesn't walk

like a pair 
of nylons 
she runs 

but i
a belly
bloated
blowfish
don't dare
even to try
to even think
or contemplate
chasing her in a
marathon and
so s l o w l y
lag behind
my pace
maker
and

my
mile
marker

only at
five
and

a 

half
inches
that's it

watches her
amazing
feat...

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Her name slipped away
Her shadow disappeared
An empty frame on the wall
That use to hold her face

No perfume smells or
Smells of dinner all gone
No nylons hanging to dry
No more, do I look to fat in this

Kisses missed
Opportunities for forgiveness
Gone
Memories faded away

As if we had never met at all
All have disappeared
All stored and lock away
I have lost the key to our love...

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My first crush seemed like a box of Crayons
Hot Magenta was tugging on her nylons

She dyed her hair like the Florida Sunrise
Her Cool And Crazy words just mesmerize

Cotton Candy eye shadow with every blink
She kissed Wild Strawberry that tattooed my cheek

Her Midnight Blue eyes, that just sparkled within
That Glossy Grape dress, gripped her like sharkskin

We shared a drink, it was called Lemon Lime Zing
This long story short, Atomic Tangerine...

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On a truant stroll did embark
Amorous libertine on a lark
Half past eight, almost dark
Chance encounter in the park
Whimsical glance hit the mark
Scintilating essence; a meadowlark
Glowing eyes radiated a spark
Glimmering lips lust did earmark
Craven, black hair so sleek, so stark
Bleating bosom her beaconing bulwark
Cleavage mapped by tight, clinging sark
Hips slithering along like a careening shark
Silken nylons her sensuous trademark
Writhing, to her milky nectar I did hark...

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