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If we only had groupies, we'd be set
by Lola Nation

Friday, November 12, 2010
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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“If we only had groupies, we’d be set.”

 

He’s at the Wilshire Royale,

No heat, no air conditioning

but they got low rent

two twin beds and a pool

 

You can watch the tourists rollerblade

down the sunlit street,

the would be models,

almost actresses in all their

pretty girl sun glassed phases

 

He’s taking a long shower,

shootin’ dope while the water runs

 

He’s wearing a shirt with devil

emblems on the buttons,

just open enough to tan his chest,

He sits in the lounge chair,

falling asleep under palm trees

 

He’s California dreaming,

While all his leaves are turning

brown

 

He’s smoking the glass pipe into milky white inferno

while he gives his best Deniro face, telling jokes,

and there’s probably a her I’d hate to meet

dripping around him, stretching her thin arms

extending every inch of self hate she has

on the bed with junkie patience

waiting for her turn

 

I offered him a Greyhound ticket

But he asked me to wire the money

 

I knew then, same as before,

I’d lost again.

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Reviewed by Shay White 7/4/2011
Wow, I wanted to turn around and not see the tragic end of this one! Nicely done.
Reviewed by Paul Judges 11/18/2010
Very good poem, Lola !
Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen 11/17/2010
Wow... A great progression I couldn't free myself from, Lola. Painful and ridiculous, after all...

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Reviewed by Andy Turner 11/17/2010
Bloody heck. This is so real, amazing writing, it does bring one in to the dark side.

Most poignant last line.
Reviewed by John Flanagan 11/13/2010
Again, Lola, that style of yours, the words and lines just come at me...and a world that's often difficult to come to terms with but with great truth and sense of reality.
Yes!

John
Reviewed by Lonnie Hicks 11/12/2010
This is original, insightful and you give us an honest glimpse into another world. Don't shy away from telling your story. This is good.



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