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UntranslateableAmy GerstlerHe picked me up at a greasy spoon made eyes at me invited me back to his pad where we smoked some rad Alcapulco gold in our birthday suits cut to the next day we split his crib lit out for the nearest watering hole knocked back a few zingers and he starts giving me the 3rd degree whereupon I advised him to butt out pronto he lights up a cancer stick butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth and get a load of this collossal nerve he tried to put the bite on me right there in the speakeasy for a hundred clams like I would ever have that kind of dough you can bet your sweet ass I told him where to go he said well don’t have kittens about it and I hauled off let him have it right in the kisser that’s basically all she wrote he wigged out went ape busted up the place the barkeep called the long arm of the law and before you could say Jack Robinson they’d hauled my new squeeze off to the hoosegow damages will cost him an arm and a leg when he gets out of the slammer serves him right the two faced galoot the crumb the no good souse keeping my eyes peeled I noticed a hunky Hercules in blue he waved his nightstick at me gave me the once over chatted me up turns out he was on the level got me all starry eyed and weak in the knees he’s got two left feet sure but what a sweet puss on him it’ll be a cold day in Hades before I take a powder on this crewcut Romeo, this dreamboat in uniform (he’s square as the day is long but his heart’s in the right place) believe you me. Amy Gerstler Read Bio Author Discusses Poems |
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