Post by Dan the G-Man on Jun 1, 2010 11:15:06 GMT -5
Note: This was deleted by Shirley on her FB page.
The Case of the Missing Finger
You remain in my mind
A live wire
A wrinkled tattoo
Even when one would think
I’d have better things to do
My mind will wander
Then suddenly without warning
Like an insect on a petal
Alight on you.
Even when
Just to give a random example
I was #1
In various countries
All over the world
Boys would scream my name everywhere I went
And all those girls
All those beautiful fucked up girls
Waiting patiently at doors
Of hotel elevators
Even then
I would think of you
“You’re pretty” you said
And just like that
A skinny 13 year old virgin
Miserable redhead was felled
As Dirk wears White Sox
Played over and over
On the red leather Dansette record player
The arm pushed aside
For continuous play
Grunting squealing guinea pigs
And power crazed teenage girls
All giggles and envy pressed up against the door
I anxiously fingered the pocket
Of your black woolen waistcoat
Waiting for it all to be over
with my eyes tightly closed
Enduring foreplay or Heavy Petting
As we liked to call it back then.
Hard to see by just one candle
But when you were done
With all the panting
The poking and the rubbing
I couldn’t help notice
The tip of your middle finger
Was missing
“I left it up your c@3&” you sniggered
I said nothing
Shrivelling back into my stripey jumper
Bought by my mother from #2
You were holding my training bra
and matching pants
I went to grab them but
You wouldn’t hand them back
“I’m gonna keep them and post them to your dad”
You zipped up and let out a
Brittle little laugh
I throbbed with horror
And thrust my bare bottom
Deep into a pair of pink dungarees
The very same pair that I wore for the filming
Of Brian Cant’s visit to Princess Street Gardens
For the TV show “ Playaway “
An episode soon to be airing
On the BBC.
And as quickly as you came
So you were gone
Never saw or even heard of you again.
Where ARE you J. B. L ?
And where is the tip of your finger now?
The Case of the Missing Finger
You remain in my mind
A live wire
A wrinkled tattoo
Even when one would think
I’d have better things to do
My mind will wander
Then suddenly without warning
Like an insect on a petal
Alight on you.
Even when
Just to give a random example
I was #1
In various countries
All over the world
Boys would scream my name everywhere I went
And all those girls
All those beautiful fucked up girls
Waiting patiently at doors
Of hotel elevators
Even then
I would think of you
“You’re pretty” you said
And just like that
A skinny 13 year old virgin
Miserable redhead was felled
As Dirk wears White Sox
Played over and over
On the red leather Dansette record player
The arm pushed aside
For continuous play
Grunting squealing guinea pigs
And power crazed teenage girls
All giggles and envy pressed up against the door
I anxiously fingered the pocket
Of your black woolen waistcoat
Waiting for it all to be over
with my eyes tightly closed
Enduring foreplay or Heavy Petting
As we liked to call it back then.
Hard to see by just one candle
But when you were done
With all the panting
The poking and the rubbing
I couldn’t help notice
The tip of your middle finger
Was missing
“I left it up your c@3&” you sniggered
I said nothing
Shrivelling back into my stripey jumper
Bought by my mother from #2
You were holding my training bra
and matching pants
I went to grab them but
You wouldn’t hand them back
“I’m gonna keep them and post them to your dad”
You zipped up and let out a
Brittle little laugh
I throbbed with horror
And thrust my bare bottom
Deep into a pair of pink dungarees
The very same pair that I wore for the filming
Of Brian Cant’s visit to Princess Street Gardens
For the TV show “ Playaway “
An episode soon to be airing
On the BBC.
And as quickly as you came
So you were gone
Never saw or even heard of you again.
Where ARE you J. B. L ?
And where is the tip of your finger now?