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vodka girls

South Nashua, NH ~ Photo by Rene


we get 
an early start
rise around noon
or 3:15

panty twisted
and panda eyed
fresh 
as gas station daisies
staring skyward
in spite of the sun

teeterin'
stiletto'd squirrels
on 
telephone lines
yeah, yeah, 
the danger

whatever
we go hard 
so it knows us
but damn sure
doesn't own us

we've touched
bottom
so many times
we've left
hand prints
in the cement

just like Hollywood,
baby
yeah go 'head
print that

Rene ~ November 2011

Comments

  1. gas station daisies...cool description that...must have been a wild one last night...smiles.

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    1. panty twisted
      and panda eyed
      fresh as gas station daisies...still, what a description...ha...i remember this one....good to see you rene...smiles.

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  2. ..panda eyed
    fresh as gas station daisies...oh my...sounds like quite the morning after the party..smiles

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  3. The attitude, you got it. Love the second and last stanzas especially.

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  4. You got this down right and bright. Brassy and tight with a lovely, somewhat hidden, self-ironic smile. That wild thirst to walk that edge of misshapen dreams and throttle the experience till it begs you to let go, got me seeing the sashay and spin on a dime of stilletto heels.

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  5. wild girls
    wild story

    great ending

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  6. wild voice.. i like it specially these lines:

    we've left hand prints
    in the cement
    just like Hollywood, baby
    print that

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  7. Wild youth, like a hot rock band (The Runaways, maybe). This is beautifully written. 1 2 3 BOOM, for real.

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    1. On second read through this still leaves an impression. A great one to showcase.

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  9. Ohmuhgaw...I am LOVIN this. Love the panda eyes, the gas station daisies, the sunstaring, the stilettoed squirrels, and just the whole in-your-face, up yours 'tude of the thing. Girls just wanna have fun, 2011 style.

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  10. Ha! Sounded like the girls had a great time! Great post!

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  11. haha..."gas station daisies" Sounds like quite a morning after stemming from quite the night before! :)

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  12. Like it very much. It moves like the day.

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  13. love everything about this one. Those were the days Rene!

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  14. I came back and downloaded it. It's brilliant. I think you should be world famous.

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  15. It smells of a kerosene leak, and each stanza has a zippo at the ready

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  16. "teeterin'
    like stiletto'd squirrels"

    love the descriptions--all of them. it definitely sounds as though there was plenty of fun!

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  17. Sharp and full of bite, poetry that's alive!

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  18. super, luscious, un-repentant, splendid images...squirrels in stilletoes- very, very nice!

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  19. Reminds me of Lush Life and the Ladies Who Lunch..well my mind turns to music and you made this musical - fresh as gas station daisies, stilleto'd squirrels, high wire and hands in cement. I think I've met one or two of these along the way! This was a hoot & a holler. Definitely one of the best of the year!!

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  20. Gas station daisies. Wow, you snagged me with that image.

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  21. Excellent imagery in a fine exciting write - much enjoyed.

    Anna :o]

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  22. Great to revisit this one (I'm Chromapoesy) and it is feisty and well written.

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  23. "Ya lookin' at me?
    Ya talkin' to me?
    Who d'ya think ya are?"

    Rene, this poem has attitude - and it's great.

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  24. Party on, as they would say. Like your descriptive words on this write.

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  25. Great style in this.

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  26. Panty-twisted and panda eyed... danger know us... handprints at the bottom... you paint a clear picture of the vodka girls, Rene. The question for many? Save them or join them?

    http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2013/02/22/it-is-written-vehicles-of-the-word/

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