I'll give you something to
wake you up
take you up
He lurks around the bar, drinking
Budweiser, King
of beers. He leers and jeers
and maybe it's a grin or a smile
but he doesn't know the difference.
Bloodshot eyes and slick black hair
he swishes the last swig of
backwash around his mouth
It spurts out over his lip
and dribbles down his chin
I'm crying, dying and
he offers me a pair of paper wings
Says soon, Little Girl, soon
you'll be flying, don't
you worry about nothing
he pushes and pushes
the hair off my face
so he can stare into my eyes, don't
you wanna' fly, he says.
I choke, on the thought
of swill dribbling down his chin
He wants to take me up
Break me up
He puts his empty bottle on the bar
and lays a greasy, sweaty palm
on my ass, pulls me close
and he pushes, pushes
He slips his wormy tongue
in my ear, Let me
take you up, he whispers
and my body shakes
against him
rigid, frigid, I stand
and his hands
are all over, pushing
and how can he take me
up, when he can't even
get it up himself
with a slippery hand
on my ass, and a lazy tongue
in my ear, the only pressure
between my legs is the hard
metal jabbing of his zipper
as he tries
to slide an upper
between my dry lips
He pushes, pushes.
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