SOFT KICKS IN THE STOMACH
I was sitting there on a park bench,
Pissing away the day.
A short, brunette approached me,
Jogging down the path.
She looked damn good,
In these tight shorts and a t shirt.
“hey,” she said, passing by.
I nodded to her and after she’d gone,
I hissed, “jesus CHRIST!”
Ten minutes later,
This tall blonde came up.
She was on roller blades.
“hiya,” she squeaked, fading off.
“oh, fuck!” I growled,
socking one fist into the palm of the other.
I was so lonesome for a girl at the time,
That even the kind words
from beautiful strangers
felt like soft kicks in the stomach.
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