Hookah House - for Jimmy Stark

[Erthona]

Hookah House - for Jimmy Stark

She strolls down to the hookah house
for some cool smoke and hot conversation.
A double toke of oral intimacy
with her friends in the dark cave
of vocal vacuousness and
far flung fantasies.  
“Slide me some skin baby,
are you hip?”
The goateed hipster pans,
from nearby, far-off, way off-hand,
in a language separated only by time’s sand.
“He’s a real jingo with the lingo,”
she murmurs to her friends.
“What’s up chic sheik-boy,
what’s your ploy?”
She boldly stabs from behind her
single shot of caffeine.
She feels its bitterness mingle
with his at her rebuff,
sending tingles down her spine
until he pulls the cord on his suicide bomb,
and really blows her mind.


–Erthona


©2014

[Brownlie]

Hookah House

She strolls down to the hookah house
for some cool smoke and hot conversation.
A double toke of oral intimacy
with her friends in the dark cave
of vocal vacuousness and
far flung fantasies.
“Slide me some skin baby,
are you hip?”
The goateed hipster pans,
from nearby, far-off, way off-hand,
in a language separated only by time’s sand.
“He’s a real jingo with the lingo,”
she murmurs to her friends.
“What’s up chic sheik-boy,
what’s your ploy?”
She boldly stabs from behind her
single shot of caffeine.
She feels its bitterness mingle
with his at her rebuff,
sending tingles down her spine
until he pulls the cord on his suicide bomb,
and really blows her mind.


–Erthona


©2014

Good use of the word sheik, not a bad poem you've posted here.

[bena]

Sounds like a place I know. Used to be me in the corner playing music no one listens to.

[billy]

a real blow job so to speak
and tips all over the place

Hookah House

She strolls down to the hookah house
for some cool smoke and hot conversation.
A double toke of oral intimacy
with her friends in the dark cave
of vocal vacuousness and
far flung fantasies.
“Slide me some skin baby,
are you hip?”
The goateed hipster pans,
from nearby, far-off, way off-hand,
in a language separated only by time’s sand.
“He’s a real jingo with the lingo,”
she murmurs to her friends.
“What’s up chic sheik-boy,
what’s your ploy?”
She boldly stabs from behind her
single shot of caffeine.
She feels its bitterness mingle
with his at her rebuff,
sending tingles down her spine
until he pulls the cord on his suicide bomb,
and really blows her mind.


–Erthona


©2014

[just mercedes]

Very cool, dad. *snaps fingers* I love the last two lines.

[Erthona]

Brownlie, Thanks

Billy, what did the leper say to the hooker?

Keep the tip

SG, it was a place you knew, you have been there several times. It had a black, stiff key, full upright, Hamilton.

mercedes, back at you. *thumb and pinky waggle*

dale the daddio