Bastard Child Turns 30

by bluepervina - © 2002


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Adults Only! Do not read if you are under 18 years of age or
if you are offended by sexually explicit stories and situations.
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In school no one knew you 
while you gave all to know 

With jeers always ringing 
and the good girls so grown 

You pocketed praises 
as jewels on a chain 

And you got what they gave 
Always conscious of waist 

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So thickly and sickly 
so wickedly you spilled 

Your breasts from your tight top 
mere cottonish jail 

No threads could dare hold you 
nor make a disguise 

To hide was to suffocate 
restraint meant you died 

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Now, though haze inside trundles 
your soul off to sleep 

Light dims yet still flickers 
and a nerve is yet keen 

Spiting breath drawn as borrowed 
and hate grown in guilt 

Gratitude as a card-house 
no sane life can build 

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The pleasure of grinding 
and sucking, and sliding 

Is fading as aging 
dims the brightest stitched twine 

And the hooting, rum-shooting 
broke-heel nights that call 

Somehow swirl less monsoon now 
as you thrash through the swamp 

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And no mother, no father 
no preacher can guide you 

Nor bartender, nor cabbie 
nor boy in a coupe 

While, yes, your blood rages 
still thrilled at the rub 

Trot-line-easy to get it 
mere fingers, light strum 

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Bearing eyes that will follow 
and mouths that descend 

Yet a pleasure beyond that 
now calls you back in 

Building pressures long-buried 
now rising, now raized 

As your girl-life, that fuck-life 
your years rip away 

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And the quiet that fills you 
above all din burning down 

Is a door flung like heart valves-- 
love flows in, doubt floods out. 

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Copyright 2002 by bluepervina.
bluepervina_AT_earthling.net

  

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