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1/9/2019 2:49:14 PM

Kirk Tony
Posts: 2
she had nail gun eyes
and a cobble stone smile
i saw in her exhaling
in those dark railway sidings
in an underground station,she was
pursing her lipstick on the cigarette filters
sucked down to the ends
into red hot blisters
left me at the metro with
Seven of her Sisters

I saw her agitating like a train
pulling into its final destination
“This train terminates at London Kings Cross station”
she was a girl and she did girly things
and always on the look out
for that engagement ring
the boys, the Bacardi and those love sick tears
she was a roller coaster of emotional fears
she would kiss the boys and it would make her blush
hoping desperately for a teenage crush
but inwardly there was a ringing alarm
while the 1970s was twisting her arm
David Cassidy said “how can I be sure”
and can it be forever
‘till Donny said “love me for a reason”
and “let the reason be”
“Crazy horses” weeeeeyou! weeeeeyou!
“Crazy horses” weeeeeyou! Weeeeeyou!

but outwardly she had a Cathedral calm
a Top-shop style and slender arms

but in the early hours
before the chariot pulled up the dawn
she would stalk rooftops
and scream at the sun
she evolved and became
a poor little Greenie
hename was Jean Genie
Jean Genie, she’d let herself go,
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