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The girl I met this weekend

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Elder Statesman
Wild girl
long denim skirt of stitched together scraps, short tank top under an army coat
She smelled of hemp even before she lit up
And liked the way I played.

She wanted to be clean,
if not pure
flirtation hinting that she was curious
or just playing naive about rope.

She could be my daughter
age-wise
without scandal
Until I choose to take her home.

I passed on my wild-girl
I'd had enough of green-eyed women/children
easily Leaving me with a drained cock
and regrets.

I think on it, however
with a smile that the interest seemed genuine
and a frown that I let my "better judgment" rule
Over the possibility of a meaningless fling.

There are times I wish I was more shallow
that the intriguing piercing and "accidental" rubbing
could be enough
Without thoughts of "later".

Desire tempered with duty
for such as I, I cannot separate the two
and my heart is still fragile
cracked even by a casual kiss.
 
Thanks, I wouldn't mind it, heard it was a very nice city.

I was in Santa Cruz this weekend, had a gig and then went busking in the park afterward.
That's where I met her. Lots of Neo-hippies and semi-homeless there.
 
Thanks, I wouldn't mind it, heard it was a very nice city.

I was in Santa Cruz this weekend, had a gig and then went busking in the park afterward.
That's where I met her. Lots of Neo-hippies and semi-homeless there.

Just a particular strip club on the river I had in mind
 
Thanks, I wouldn't mind it, heard it was a very nice city.

I was in Santa Cruz this weekend, had a gig and then went busking in the park afterward.
That's where I met her. Lots of Neo-hippies and semi-homeless there.

What were you selling, or were you just singing for money?
 
Busking for practice, mainly. I'm not good enough to expect to make anything more than the cost of a cup of coffee for an hour's worth of playing.
 
Mmmm...maybe I'm unfamiliar with the other uses of the term, however I've always thought it was just setting up in a public place and playing for tips.

In any case, I was playing, the girl struck up a conversation, and the events in the poem ensued. Meh.
 
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