I Sit In Teasers Poem by Gert Strydom

I sit in Teasers
and there’s tenfold
of the most pretty
bare breasted girls around me,
but my thoughts
do not want to
be with them.

Light falls through
the yellow of the Hunters
in my glass
and throws a golden gleam
over the table
and my thoughts,
are with my life
that is fraying slowly
bit by bit.

The girls are merry
and maybe a man
can get a chance to touch
or more from some of them
and nowhere there’s fridgetness
that hides behind the surface,
but I am not here
to catch a beautiful butterfly.

Some of them glance at me
and a few dance with twisting bodies
near to me
and I wonder why my soul
wants to stay in its dungeons
and darkness keeps folding in
and slowly but surely
wants to kill
and I cannot also
like this pleasure,
get a quick fix
and happiness and the meaning of life
cannot be found here
or anywhere else.

Two couples come and sit near me
and I see how the men
watch the dancing girls wide-eyed
and a redhead clenches her husband’s hand
and I hear a black head say,
that she can also lie like that
and see how she kicks
her husband under the table.
.
a Soft hand is suddenly
on mine
and deep blue eyes
takes my pain away
and it’s as if every thing round me
disappears by itself
and we are in our own little world
and my fingers stroke
blonde curls,
but I am brought back
to reality
when a beautiful girl
shakes her supple body
right against me
and her perfume hangs strong between us
and her dark eyes catch mine
and a stranger
lifts his glass in a salute to me
and my blue-eyed girl stays dead
and hit by a car
and only for a moment
I can escape from it all.