Tuesday Night at Emile's: sing and be gone

Frank Prem

sometimes you have to
sing
for your supper
when the work’s not there
money’s not there
and the rent

 

is over
due

 

you have to dust your talents
work your assets
slip into a slinky
sheer legs and shiny
let your body
do the intro
let your body catch him
right

 

between the eyes

 

don’t give the mark a minute
better wriggle
do a fidget
keep your tassels twirling
and talk

 

and talk

 

like you’ve never
talked
before

 

just tell him anything you think of
never mind the subject
got to get your pieces
in his mind in his attention
then honey
don’t you know
you’re supping off the menu
got yourself
a brand new best friend
eyes all over you
but
it’s better not to linger
grab whatever you’ve been given
then
sister

 

you’d better
get you

 

gone

 

~

  • Author: Frank Prem (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 24th, 2018 00:08
  • Comment from author about the poem: 4/18
  • Category: Fable
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  • Goldfinch60

    I am waiting for the rest with baited breath, Intriguing write.

    • Frank Prem

      Hope it justifies the interest GF. Glad you're enjoying it to date.

      When I launched the collection I had some other poets read a few selections form the Book of Evenings, while I read the whole of 'Emile's' as the feature. Was the biggest thrill of my creative life. Probably still true today, actually.

    • Louis Gibbs

      Hey, a girl's got to make a living ... sometimes, as only a girl can do. Well done descriptive piece, Frank!

      • Frank Prem

        You've summed up the character beautifully, Louis. you know this lady?

        • Louis Gibbs

          As a gentleman, my lips are sealed.

        • Tony36

          Well written and expressed

          • Frank Prem

            Glad you enjoyed it Tony.

            • Tony36

              Welcome



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