[Note: I started writing this poem yesterday, and I don't know what happened. One minute it was a short poem highlighting sound and color, with a "voice" I'd never tried before, and the next thing I know it's a 10 page story written in fountain pen and my hand is throbbing with muscle cramps.
Oh, and the story....more AfterDarky than anything I've posted there before.
(Wait. I don't think I want to use that term. Let's go with AfterDarkly than anything I've posted before. Much better. Suck it, people who get offended for a living!)
I have no idea how long the poem would have been, but since I ended up with a story I cut it off here after the first few lines, so you can at least see I fulfilled my obligation. For those of you who want to see what happened next, there's a link at the bottom - but I warn you - you better have your big girl panties on; it ain't for the weak of heart. -Hyperion]
Ignoramasaurus
(the poem, not the sexy story)
"Quickly!" She said, turning sharply
on her leather-strap stiletto heels
without looking to see if I followed,
and click-clacking across the marble floor.
Did I follow?
What am I, an ignoramasaurus?
'Course I followed.
If you'd seen that broad,
you'd follow too.
She moved real quick, but I don't know how
that dame did it, wearin' a buttoned-up
dark suit with a skin-tight skirt to her knees
that hugged her curves like a jockey riding
the rail around the quarter-pole at Aqueduct.
Her gams were sweet........
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