The adult bookstore
was always there in Bristol;
the old Bristol World News
on Route 13.
It’s where I discovered porn
as a teenage lad
& purchased whippets.
It was always there
Beckoning; calling out to me.
appealing to teenage hormones;
the better angels were
readily cast asunder.
I find myself wistful
& waxing nostalgic
for an old adult bookstore.
--to my knowledge—
still standing—
that porn shop of my youth.
There were occasional fistfights
in the parking lot
& ne’er do wells in abundance.
Vagabonds hanging out
with nothing better to do.
That mad rush of memories
(the word “rush” is apropos)
doing whippets
and whiffs of amyl nitrate.
Using fake I.D. to sneak in
and purchase literature
not entirely suited—
but incredibly alluring—
for young teenage minds.
I routinely pass it by now
without stopping in
but I can’t honestly say
that these are better days.