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[Magpie]

Left-hand weakness by Serge Gurkski

I have a left hand weakness
My bass sucks
Can’t keep the rhythm
My right hand, though
Is a funky bird
Jumping easily between
5th, 7th and 9th
So I tell Max
Play the bass line
And there we roll:
My right watermelons
Over the keys
Extensively while I
Check out the chicks
They always fall for the
Solo-man, though
Max’ fingers beats out
The syncopated rhythm
On the lower keys
Octave-wise
I could have one
If I hadn’t too many.
So when we meet
In the lounge next morning
I have some taste of
Old Scotch ‘round my tongue
While Max chews on
Some blond pussy-hair.


Bar flying high by Serge Gurkski

I get world’s wisdom through my nose
and I’m too cool to snap my fingers.
I wear gloves, actually, because
my velvet-skinned hands are holy.
Here and there I’m forced to kiss
wet lips; the ladies approve.
They buy me drinks and show the goods.
Eventually, between two fixes, I might sit down
and play some sexy piano Jazz.
The truth, of course, is, that I’m nowhere near desire
when I come with fingers spread out on the keys.
I still need the warmth of your breasts and a downer
to make it into the night.
And you want me to keep the gloves on.


Two poems by Serge on the second anniversary of his Enlightenment.

For those who may be interested here is a link to the blog that he used to have dithyrambs & ditties which has many of his brilliant poems —and a liberal sprinkling of his crazy unique ramblings and thoughts; sometimes in several different languages— and thankfully it is also free of 'scammers', 'spammers' and 'trolls'.
Hopefully the fact that I have posted two poems by a member that is banned doesn't mean that I am a 'sock puppet by proxy'. If so then address all complaints and enquiries to Serge