THE GIRL NEXT DOOR

THE GIRL NEXT DOOR

The girl next door
Stores her marijuana cigarettes
In her guitar case.

And she dresses liberally
Like a rejuvenated flower child.

She wears psychedelic pants
And she plays funky music
Through stereo speakers
At her weekend barbecues

She has a lot of strange friends
Who wear bandanas
And “Power to the People” tattoos.

And I swear that
The girl next door
Wants to seduce me with her
Revolutionary body

I wait behind
My conservative picket fence
For her strange friends to leave

And I wait for the girl next door
To throw me a peace sign
And to signal me into her mystical world
With a Beatles tune on her six-string

-Bruce Potts
Revised Copyright 2011
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

AUTHOR'S nOTE: Just like "The Poetic One", this poem was written around 1982. If it sounds at all familiar to you and you went to JMU during the years 1980 to 1984 you may have read it in the 1982 edition of the JMU literary magazine Chrysalis. Obviously my writing style was quite different then. More free verse, less rhyme, etc. But I still love throwing in some moldy oldies from time to time.