Jon Edward Walker
Ashley The Poet - Poem by Jon Edward Walker
quick rapid muscle spasms and head emotions,
with the grace of a ballerina.
she had a great ass.
best of the three in the room then
she was a poet
with an imagination
and a stoic smile/ laugh/ demeanor
I got her phone # and email address
three days later I’ve yet to call her
maybe today will be the day.
I wonder if she was on speed
I remember her solid gaze
when I talked art.
she likes whiskey
I liked that.
today I think,
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