A DIRTY CAKE FOR A HORNY BOY

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JOURNAL # 41

strangely
she said
I am
'A Dirty Cake
For A Horny Boy'
I found her
statement
original
though
puzzling
leaving such
freshness of thought
to ooze like puss
from the mind
of what seemed
like a slut
which in its own
affect
made me
almost
horrifically
entranced
some books
disreputable
tattered covers
I suddenly
in that moment
discovered
hold pristine
pages
still worthy of
a notable glance...................
(Aug. 18, 2011 1051am)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I was reminded of a conversation I had years ago with a girl I use to know who ran to the night clubs with me years ago in my early 20's and this poem was born of some of those recalled conversations she and I use to have.............

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