1) Trinity's Song - Venezuela (From) Songs From The Women Of The L.O.M.) Poem by Otradom Pelogo

1) Trinity's Song - Venezuela (From) Songs From The Women Of The L.O.M.)



A little exasperated, he walks into a bar and sits down to have a drink, a few moments later a group of guys are discretely inviting him over to join them, and because he is still just waking up to the city and it's lights, he subtly turns away, but then realizes that there are only guys in the bar, though where he last erred, were blocks away. But a couple strolling a small infant walks in and asks for a menu, though wondering if they decided like he did, to just stop in at random into a gay bar, or the last couple of dilemmas are still magically playing with him. He tells the bartender, who smiles at him, thanks, and heads back out into the streets that are filled with people, trying to remember was it a ladder that you're not supposed to walk under as he finds himself walking under a piano being lowered down by a rope from about four stories above by a group of men on the ground.

Yet for some reason where there are usually beautiful women sitting and waving out of the windows, there seems to be none, and he tries to associate it with the time of the day; it's nice outside and a perfect day for a lot of tourists to pick this as being a good spot to spend it. Poreris walks farther, and is practically at the end of the Red Light District; the very last block, when he realizes that the Gods will rule this hour with their facetious toying with him, that will later, while in retrospection, turn into despair. Now the crowd that was once there is also gone, the noise has disappeared and he is now feeling himself being more alone than when he had first gotten there. Half a block to go, but instead of walking away frustrated, he looks up and sees a young lady waving at him, who is as excited as he, and standing up and coming to the door to invite him inside. The past dilemma has no effect on this young lady; she is beautiful, with brown eyes and long black hair, a pretty smile and perfectly plump. And instead of closing the door behind him, he invites her to the restaurant across the street.

There are several restaurants and bars on the drag, and she points to the one exactly on side of the one he had planned on going to, but it was a random pick by him, and he would have preferably had a native or someone like the young lady that he is with now, who is familiar with the area, choose one without any more adhering to the facetiousness of the Gods. He has studied, besides English of course, Nihongo; the language of the Japanese, Italian, French; picked up a book on Arabic after having recently traveled to the Middle East, and Spanish; too many years ago to remember any of it, but knows that the music playing in the background is of a Latin American band and uses it as an entrance into a more intimate side of her life and asks where is she from, which she replies ‘Venezuela'.

The waiter comes over and takes their order, as not only Poreris, but also Trinity relax and enjoy one of a few days of victory, not over the heavens, but along with them, as they fall into deep conversation that will last the rest of the night, if not a lifetime.

Wednesday, March 30, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: america,friendship,love,romance
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