February 2012
66 posts
“…there are girls lined along the street, girls in miniskirts, thigh-highs, and halter tops. The girls stand at the curbs as cars cruise by. Key-lime Cadillac’s, fire-red Tornadoes, wide-mouthed, trolling Lincolns, all in perfect shape. Chrome glints. Hubcaps shine. Not a single rust spot anywhere. But now the gleaming cars are slowing. Windows are rolling down and girls are bending to chat...
Lotte Kestner - Flume
“I like women who haven’t lived with too many men.
I don’t expect virginity but...”
– Charles Bukowski From, Open all night: new poems (a poem for swingers)
fawnmeat:
i am never going to be anything more than a sparrow, perched nimbly at the pads of your fingertips; though i would have liked to be the dove you hold fast to your breast.
