Penn Station Lust
written by: Michael Ball
Clinches and kisses abound in train town,
ranging from sweet to lewd,
Each and all lasting too long for the comfort of passersby
Her college girlfriend awaited
somewhere out on Long Island.
But neither of us would quit the dare.
Her thigh climbed over my hip,
exposing merely lust, no parts.
Even with his brown skin and blue uniform,
the official spectator obviously blushed.
Finally, that Penn Station guard had to say,
“This is a public place.”
Michael Ball scrambled from daily and weekly papers through business and technical pubs. Satisfaction and feeling like a writer came through blogging and podcasting, mostly political. Born in OK and raised in rural WV, he became more citified in Manhattan and Boston. He joined the Hyde Park Poets Workshop two years ago, and will never again write a manual or help system. He has moderate success placing poems in print and online.
Latest posts by Michael Ball (see all)
- Penn Station Lust - April 25, 2025
- Desert Sisters - January 19, 2025
- Betrayal - September 10, 2024
