Today’s Music: Ben Webster – Solitude
The swirl of steam escapes the triple espressos,mingling with the wisps of smoke from lavender cigarettes, the waves parting as El Guapo saunters to the stage of the dimly lit room. His black felt beret matching his black wool suit matching his (mostly) black goatee matching his black Ray Ban sungla-
*thud*
El Guapo turns his tripping into a smooth “I meant to do that” hop and twirl, removing his sunglasses and hopping on stage.
He nods to Sufjiannan Eisenberg on the electric glockenspiel, and takes his place in front of the mic.
A pinpoint spotlight lifts him out of the dark, slowly expanding to illuminate his presence on the stage…
I thrust in my arm as you close around me.
You clench.
I clench.
*plink*
You open, parting with a whisper as you swallow me whole.
Gently, I press against your button.
*plooonk*
You sigh, then rush
With me
Inside
You
*pling plink*
Faster…faster..faster.fasterfaster
*plinkink*
Higher…higher..higher.higherhigher
*PLUNGGGGG*
Together we ride
Up.
Up.
I feel it coming…
*plingplingPLONGplunk*
There it is-
DING!!!
*pling*
You shudder, then come
To
A
Halt.
I step off the elevator.
*plang*
Coool….
*finger snapping*
LikeLike
*waggles eyebrows*
LikeLike
*snaps fingers in approval*
LikeLike
*Lifts and sips organic triple strength espresso in salute*
*head explodes*
LikeLike
What a thrilling ride this was! I didn’t want it to end. Hee hee.
LikeLike
Can an elevator be ridden into the sunset?
LikeLike
You can try? Haha. You can in your mind, Guap.
LikeLike
Triple snap. You’re a cool cat!
LikeLike
Praise indeed, from a hep dame!
LikeLike
What a fun ride to read about except that I need a cold shower now. 🙂
LikeLike
Hot showers are just the mans way to keep us down.
LikeLike
You got off a floor to early. Now I am an emo mom. Great. Where’s my joint?
LikeLike
Oh, we took this ride to the top, baby.
And beyond!
Yeeaaahhhhh…
LikeLike
Love the extended metaphor! 🙂
LikeLike
This one actually occured to me in the high speed elevator up to my office.
And for the record, it is possible to giggle manfully.
LikeLike
I have the perfect stool for you to perch on as you beatnik to glory
LikeLike
As long as I can perch “Rodin The thinker” ish on it.
LikeLike
Perch as you wish me old China!
LikeLike
Tripping and then pretending it was meant to be is an art! Well done!
This time I figured it was an elevator after a while, and now I feel smart! 😉
Good poem though, very suggestive. Very, very suggestive. Waw.
LikeLike
I really wanted the implied to story to fit the reality twist on the end.
No, that’s not true. It just amused the hell out of me.
LikeLike
Otis should make a commercial with thee words.
LikeLike
They’d have to air it only at night…
LikeLike
Love your today’s music, El 🙂
LikeLike
Thanks! I didn’t know what song I wanted, but I knew the mood I was looking for.
LikeLike
Oh… my…
LikeLike
Yours…mine…the peoples.
The Man can’t take that from us.
LikeLike
They are trying…
LikeLike
We can *snap* them into submission with poetry and mind expanding coffee.
LikeLike
Yeah… that ought to work…
LikeLike
Really great introduction! This one was kinda naughty! (I liked it)
LikeLike
I’ve heard stories about you and the naughy… 😉
LikeLike
I think Maynard G. Krebs would approve!
LikeLike
He’d better – it’s his beret I’m wearing!
LikeLike
Groovy, man, groovy. It’s like, so deep. Deep like a well on a mountainside.
LikeLike
We’re drinking deep from the well of soul tonight!
Yeeeaaaahhhhh
LikeLike
Brilliantly written, I like it Guap 🙂
Andro
LikeLike
I dig being dug.
LikeLike
Me too as long as the Zombies
don’t start digging too much 🙂 lol
Andro
LikeLike
whoosh you had me there for a minute. The vaguely hermaphroditic undertones, the subtle hints of ice cubes plunking into a cocktail glass. So to speak. Thumbs up, my friend.
LikeLike
You are feeling the scene!
LikeLike
I think this helped me overcome my fear of elevators. Wow!
LikeLike
Any fear is faceable with high octane espresso and a clove cigarette.
Diiig….
LikeLike
I now need to go to Starbucks immediately.
LikeLike
Nooo!!!!
It’s a money laundering shop for The Man.
Look for the hipster-homeless tending middle of the street grdens where they grow their own fair-trade-free-market-organic beans, fertilized with the lies of media!
Mmmm….the taste of revolution.
LikeLike
Ha! Yes, almighty Guap. *hides starbucks in purse*
LikeLike
Ahahahahahahahaha! There’s nothing like an electric glockenspiel to bring out the animal in a man!
LikeLike
It was hard to find an instrument that went “plink”, but with authority.
LikeLike
Much more enjoyable than twerking!
LikeLike
Well yeah, but so is root canal…
LikeLike
It sounds like …. XD
LikeLike
I use to have a Beatnik doll that looked just like the girl in the picture. When you pulled her string she said, “Dig my crazy black stockings” (among other things).
Cool poem.
LikeLike
Nice!
I’ll look for it on ebay. I can put it next to my Ken And Barbie 25th Anniversary Star Trek dolls!
Dig it…
LikeLike