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Benjamin Nardolilli is a twenty three year old writer currently living in New York City. His work has appeared in Houston Literary Review, Perigee Magazine, Canopic Jar, and Lachryma: Modern Songs of Lament, Baker’s Dozen, Thieves Jargon, Farmhouse Magazine, Poems Niederngasse, The Delmarva Review, Clockwise Cat, Sheroes Rag, Literary Fever, and Perspectives Magazine. In addition he was the poetry editor for West 10th Magazine at NYU and maintains a blog at mirrorsponge.blogspot.com |
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::: An Adventure :::
On one solemn Hollow's Eve,
We both did ride the train
All the way to Williamsburg
Sheltered from the rain.
I was naked under my coat,
You had green upon your face,
Above ground it was so cold,
We had to run a little race.
Down the block and up the stairs,
Through the door we ran,
I had your hand in mine,
You said I was your man.
Right then I felt warm,
Starting to get real hot,
Your loving me was sweet,
It really hit the spot.
But then the party gasped,
The mood of the room grew bleaker,
As a bulge appeared under my coat
Exposing me to them: a streaker.
I protested and they threw us out,
We fled down the steel stairs to the train,
Things were wet and we were drunk,
I slipped on the puddles of rain.
You held me up though I was gross,
I leaned on you a bit,
My buttons were all opened,
They saw me through the slit.
So the cop came over
And hit me on the head,
You cried and tried to help me,
As to the jail I was lead.
Behind bars I cried,
I gnashed my teeth and wailed,
Afraid that the large man might
Come behind me and I would be impaled.
You paid the fee, and I was free,
They released us into the night,
I was naked and you were green,
We both were quite a sight.
Written by: ~ Benjamin Nardolilli |
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