After Mauricetown Bridge go through blinking light past Police Station.
Many people speak of how beautiful the Czech Republic is and they are right. …“Brilliant mate, you’re gonna love that one.” * * Us men decided to go into a peepshow. And not one of us had ever seen one before – only in movies. I saw him go in.” “Yeah I went in, but I guess I read my door wrong.
The ladies of the woods emerge from little huts or lean-tos, deep in the woods and stand on the sides of the road for men and boys that simply cannot wait any longer for a kiss. A simple church, sitting on a small hill, caught in a snowstorm, with agitated clouds sending webbed lightning across the sky, flashing briefly, illuminating huddled men in Berlin. And Hamburg, Germany has as many prostitutes as the pinch point in a zombie screenplay has hungry zombies.Thinking about it, this system does seem more organic than the dark streets of Detroit. The venue we were performing at was four blocks from the zentrum, a fifteen minute walk.But when you have as many prostitutes as they do, it becomes silly to me that one would say how yummy a sundae is and not point out the cock roach crawling on the whipped cream. We waved to the man at the counter, walked down a narrow, dully lit red hallway, stepped inside small booths, and each put coinage into slots that make the metal window slides go up. I put my coinage in and then, the um, the window started to raise.” He kept on while his hands we’re in his pockets and he looked down at a glass Coca-Cola bottle he was kicking along and spinning around with his toe. ” “Yeah, so I saw the girl’s shoes, heels I mean, and the window went up and I saw the legs, with the pantyhose and the window went up and then the tush, but when she turned around…” He looked up to see all of our eyes wide and our mouths covered with our palms.When driving into Czech Republic, you must take one long road that has woodlands to the left and right. Sure thing, there was a woman taking off her delicates, dancing a bit and kissing at all the tinted windows. “It was a naked fella.” Not one of us men didn’t have to go to one knee, keel over, gasping from laughing on the side walk of Hamburg.But without them, we wouldn’t have them and what a visual gift they provide. And without this you wouldn’t be squinting with that perplexed look, saying, “Is this even true? Two blue horns came from his head, tattered brown pants, not many teeth, but a big Cheshire smile. If they leave that area and step into another girl’s area, they would be in a lot of trouble, cat fight trouble, because they would be in another lady’s rightful work area. Jones knew what she was doing to Us boys After she chalked up the black board With dates, names and old excursions She would sit on the front of her desk In front of me Toss her red hair back Cross those thin legs Shining wet from the school’s harsh overhead lights Her loose shirt flipped over a bit If it was a good day Knees would show Even the white lace underskirt Would sneak out Then Mrs.
” * Dale said, “The Devil lives on this bridge.” “What d’ya mean, the ‘Devil lives on this bridge’? “Take a look, go on, be careful yah, he’s ugly.” Then Dale takes a long drag with eye contact and holds his breath as he says, “Can’t take his photo though, he’ll hold a mirror up to you. “‘S a real sight, man, ‘s a real sight.” And what do you know, at the end of the bridge was the Devil. He hissed, spit, grunted and growled, crouched, crawled and scowled. And I believe they rent these small areas to stand as well. ” Some girls are allowed to walk free, but they were careful not to walk into a stationary prostitute’s area. Jones would smoke her chalk Like an old 1930s actress She would hold one of her elbows In the cup of the other hand Her small piece of chalk, hanging like a cigarette in her Light fingers She was less then 3 feet from me What a class Miss Jones had As we answered her questions She would squint her eyes Pucker her lips And bounce the chalk against her pucker I would stare Didn’t she know how foxy that was to us? Years later I was told Her husband died from a heart attack I leaned against my apartment’s door frame To remember Miss.
And the choices in these woodlands seem better than the classic man on man action showcased in the film Deliverance. But, it would take us an hour fighting off the zombie prostitutes of Hamburg, Germany. So visit when you will, but the graveyard is not the place to enter, when it rains, when it pours, when thunder claps. * Bonus Poem / Audio Poem 2 of 2 * Smoking Her Chalk Seventh grade Social Studies class was my favorite There was a seating chart I was in the front Dead middle Usually I would have been discouraged by my Vulnerability To get called on But Mrs.
So all and all, seeing the bright frilly skirts, tinny tops, red heels, big hair and souped up breasts, waving and shaking their delicates as you drive by on this woodland stretch of road heading into Prague, is as odd as seeing a bird while scuba diving or an octopus while sky diving. The ladies are only allowed to stand in a circle the size of a Hollywood star in Los Angeles. Jones smoked her chalk Like an old 1930s actress And I liked my seat because of the up close view It provided of her I don’t believe Mrs.
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It’s not the type of place where you’d think a stiletto heeled blonde in a red frilly mini skirt and a light blue elastic tube top would emerge from, smoking a cigarette and waving you to stop by shaking her tush and breasts. We all smiled on our way out, laughed and asked each other what kind of lousy booze we would like to go find. He laughed too, but he still wasn’t too happy about it.