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The Vagabond Trailer Park



She unhooked her black bra
it fell to the floor
joining the piles of detritus
of a week's worth of living

His headlights flashed on
her naked torso
a final greeting
his face a surprised grin
at having caught one final
glimpse of her

The customers come and go
but this one she does for free
he's a poet
who can ill afford her meagre
hourly rate

So he sings for his supper
making burnt offerings
of chili and spicy poems
in lieu of payment

The other ones may pay her bills
but this one feeds her soul
this one she kisses on the lips
saves the ticket stubs from
the Sunday matinee
on the corner of her mirror </center>



(bowing)

uh.......wow :-D

<center>I wanna live in a trailer park with you, Spit

I wanna live in a trailer park
with you Spit
and get a toaster from my friends
you can wear a big white dress
and we'll drink until we can't
we'll put my name on the mail box and reuphoster my camaro
find furniture and shit on the curb when all the garage sales
are over
watch the late show every night before we call it what you want</center>

she's young, she said,
but look at me,
I have pretty ankles,
and look at my wrists, I have pretty
wrists
o my god,
I thought it was all working,
and now it's her again,
every time she phones you go crazy,
you told me it was over
you told me it was finished,
listen, I've loved long enough to become a
good woman,
why do you need a bad woman?
you need to be tortured, don't you?
you think life is rotten if somebody treats you
rotten it all fits,
doesn't it?
tell me, is that it? do you want to be treated like a
piece of shit?
and my son, my son was going to meet you.
I told my son
and I dropped all my lovers.
I stood up in a cafe and screamed
I'M IN LOVE,
and now you've made a fool of me ...
I'm sorry, I said, I'm really sorry.

hold me, she said, will you please hold me?


I've never been in one of these things before, I said,
these triangles ...


she got up and lit a cigarette, she was trembling all
over. she paced up and down, wild and crazy. she had
a small body. her arms were thin, very thin, and when
she screamed and started beating me I held her
wrists and then I got it through the eyes: hatred,
centuries deep and true. I was wrong and graceless and
sick. all the things I had learned had been wasted.
there was no living creature as foul as I
and all my poems were
false.

-Charles Bukowski

shes got a GREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAT ASS

-Al Pacino

Now you know I'd show up in this thread....didn't you? Spit's Ass? How could I resist.