stages

where is he now,
she wonders
the first boy who kissed her cheek?
they were five
so unsuspecting
of the havoc that kiss would wreak

‘n whatever
happened to
the first boy who carried her books?
so brave,
with his steamed-up glasses
blue plaid coat with metal hooks

she always smiles
when she remembers
the boy whose virginity she took
those lustful
teenaged kisses
his shocked, delighted look

never
has she forgotten
the boy who played the biggest part
her first passion
her first real love
the boy who left ‘n broke her heart

lovers
husbands, toy-boys
some would say a life of sin
she offers
no apologies
for the life lived way back when

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gone (top floor boyz 2)

where’d they go,
those top floor boyz,
who used to watch me in the garden?
the smiles ‘n shouts they sent through lockdown
helped a scared heart not to harden

so sad,
I never learned their names
they’d laugh when I would ask
yet they were present every day
overseeing each green task

what happened to
those top floor boyz?
who so cheekily would flirt
while I pulled weeds in the garden
or dug holes in the dirt

where’ve they gone?
are they hiding?
have they gone on holiday?
their crowded windowsills are now empty –
sure hope they haven’t moved away

young boyz,
they were social
mates in every Friday night
smoke clouds waftin’ from their window
as I sipped wine by sunset’s light

guess my top floor boyz
are gone now
‘n though I wish them well
I miss those smiles – I feel abandoned
left alone in lockdown hell

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gone

shaker lake

one late summer evening
after washin’ the GTO
he casually suggests
they get in the car & go

“where we goin’?” she asks
he gives her hand a playful shake
squeezes her ass & says,
“let’s go down to Shaker Lake”

“I can get some beer & weed,
cuz I got a little money,
& we need the time alone,
please don’t say no, honey”

so down Fairmount they head
beneath the dusky sky
& she can barely breathe
aware of his hand on her thigh

down Fairmount he drives
past kids playin’ in their front yard
& she blushes as she thinks
of her nipples & how they’re hard

he makes a hasty stop
to get the beer & the weed
while she waits in the car
vulva throbbin’ with its need

he turns right offa Fairmount
the June night’s now fully dark
downshifts expertly
& beneath the trees they park

he kisses her
before they get out the car
her hand moves between his legs
his dick’s an iron bar

they stumble from the car
tightly clutching hands
her eyes alight with lust
his calves tightly wound rubber bands

in a safe secluded spot
he watches as she disrobes
grabbin’ her before she’s finished
& she delights in the tongue that probes

possessively he kisses her
hands movin’ restlessly thru her hair
they maul her breasts & belly
beneath the full moon’s glare

joyously she gives him everything
her heart & soul welcome the ache
she’s young, alive & loved
on the banks of Shaker Lake

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shaker lake pic

the boy with red laces

I saw a boy this morning
he had red laces in his shoes
his hair was lank & greasy
his right eye had a bruise

he wore a dirty sweatshirt
his jeans had a hole at the knee
& he shivered with the cold
as he shyly glanced at me

though the morning air was chilly
his forehead shone with sweat
as he timidly enquired
if I had a cigarette

I took out my menthol Sterlings
I placed them in his grimy hand
saying, “you can keep ‘em, dude,
‘s okay – I understand.”

he thanked me then he hurried off
this boy with red laces in his shoes
just another fragile human
with a face full of the blues

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red laces pic