poemranker ::11 out of 12 Satisfied by muted_screams

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Free verse № 2010

11 out of 12 Satisfied

Member since 2002 · Posted 16 May 2002 · 4 comments

I watched her intently behind the counter as people came in and out like rabid animals who just had to have their caffeine and nicotine. She whirled one direction to another, spinning to accompany the demands of those handing her pennies and green bills. Finally, as they all padded out to empty homes, cold cars, and snow-covered streets, her attention was mine, and when I claimed it, it fell through my fingers like dust.

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[7] horus8 15-Jul-02/1:34 PM Reply
Voyeurs kick ass. The other night I watched a wheel-chaired pimp run his corner for three hours. It was marvelous, truly.??
[n/a] razorgrin 15-Jul-02/1:44 PM Reply
voyeurism is the only thing that makes my mall job worthwhile. once a couple got into some heavy petting about 15 feet from me. It went from odd to funny tom creepy and then back to funny. seriously.3.30 in the afternoon, in front of the kiddie rides, these two decided to get freaky.
[n/a] muted_screams › razorgrin 18-Oct-03/7:14 AM Reply
ROFL. that's hilarious. absolutely hilarious.
[7] ramtheman1 18-Oct-03/2:34 AM Reply
nicely written