Grant Handgis ~ Author/Poet
from “In The Age of Youth”
The Cold Shoulder of Caring
Let me get this straight
The St. Louis agents lost your baggage
which had all your money
and someone lifted your ticket to Portland
at the Windover terminal
so you hitchhiked here?
A quivering lip and glaze of fear, waxing
over her features was evidence of the truth
and confirmed the plight had settled upon her,
to the deepest labyrinth of comprehension
bringing out the best of her sweet allure
Where will you go...
anyone you can contact?
You're pretty young to be out here all alone.
Still the silence
with only heavy breathing, to ward off the tears
and hold in what control remained
Come with me to my pad,
I'll take care of you...
show you a good time
wine, smoke, hey,
you'll forget all about this
for awhile, winking
to make her feel at ease
Only the cold metallic feel of dying was left,
and the aching knowledge of failure began to penetrate
to the depth of her bowels
caving in the pretty features of her face
to the ashen pallor of doom
I've got a water bed and all,
everything's a trade now, hey,
you gotta learn to flow, you know...
I'm offering to help you out n'give you a hand...
I'm only thinking of what's best for you...
you'll freeze out here...
there's no place else to go
you're such a sweet thing, I really like you
Sliding his arm around her
sent sparks flying to the distant shadows
and thunder to her temples
intensifying the evil feeling in her groin
there's a bench....