BACK-SEAT BRENDA

I was in love with back seat Brenda
We all were.
But I was at that age
Where I still called my friends lesbians
Because I did not know what it meant.
I was in love with back seat Brenda
And how could you not be.
She had a peardrop smile
And eyes that twinkled like gobstoppers
After
Twenty
Minutes
Of
Sucking.

8:15 at her bus stop
And fifty homemade hair-do's
Turn to watch her hipsway
Inhaling the medicated shampoo
And her mothers stolen perfume
Which batted away the heavy smell of boyhood Brut.

I fidget and fumble
(still)
Shifting position of my satchel
From hipside to crotch
Concealing my growing admiration
For that High-school crest
Displayed magnanimously on her heaving chest.

There was an eternity
between
The hem of her bottle blue skirt
And the summit of her knee-highs
That I would gladly suffer.
Her bra strap always showing,
I thank God for the French.

4 o'clock and
We were all in love with Brenda
The world could have been hers,
And silk cuts are the greatest cigarettes
Because her lips are fellating one.
I shift uncomfortably,
Readjust my satchel once more
And allow Alison to sit beside me.

◄ THE TOAD THE HEART AND THE VALENTINE GIFT

THE FLY ►

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Nash

Sat 22nd May 2010 17:12

Thanks Win, mine neither, I walked to school, but there was always THAT girl at school who was more grown up than everyone else, who was always otherworldly.

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Nash

Sat 22nd May 2010 17:11

Indeed, A.E., seems like we never learn. Those girls are always ahead of us every step. Cheers, Nash

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winston plowes

Sat 22nd May 2010 00:39

Liked this one, I can picture the scene now (Isn't that what we are all trying to do with words?) Ah yes. Win

P.S. My school bus trips were nothing like this!

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Anthony Emmerson

Sat 22nd May 2010 00:29

Hi Nash,

You highlight a cruel trick here; that at that age you have all the desire, but none of the knowledge. Maybe it will come to me soon . . .

Regards,
A.E.

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Nash

Fri 21st May 2010 15:07

Cheers Banksy!

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Fri 21st May 2010 14:57

Hi Nash - a great poem -
"a peardrop smile" = priceless. B

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Nash

Fri 21st May 2010 13:23

Thanks Isobel. In my school, they were always older, untouchable, and way out of my league...until the skiing trip to italy that is!

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Isobel

Fri 21st May 2010 13:10

An enjoyable read. Lots of innuendo and great lines. I liked the vision of her fellating a cigarette - you can just imagine... my school was full of Brenda's, mostly wearing black bras under white blouses - I was totally out-classed!

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Nash

Fri 21st May 2010 13:01

Thanks Chris!

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Chris Dawson

Fri 21st May 2010 12:54

Like this very much.
Well done.
Cx

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Nash

Fri 21st May 2010 08:16

Thanks Greg - ah, the good old days of being terrified of girls. If I could go back - I'd tell myself to hang onto that fear!

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Greg Freeman

Fri 21st May 2010 07:57

Love these lines ...

"Concealing my growing admiration
For that High-school crest
Displayed magnanimously on her heaving chest"

Brought back memories of the school bus, after all these years ...

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