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1960’s Erotica’s Dream: It Was Our Call

24 Aug

Bras and skirts (later heightened to obscenity)

Cleavage proposing investigation!

Poses with Polaroid’s, hidden in desk drawers,

Exposed, but, still wearing panties

Pasted under peek a boo panty hose.

She never shaved then, why should she? Bikinis were not “in.”

What you wanted to grab was only a blush

Squished into a sandwich of sin.

Didn’t we get married then?

 

Boyfriend throws away the playboy!

But, keeps it under his bed! That dirty dog!

Even then, it was better than the Sears catalog’s

Sticky pages, “Triumphs for nothing and lamenting toys.” *

 

Married, divorced with children, avoiding nuclear war;

Bomb shelters, not being aware the bomb went off in our back yard.

Elementary school, high school, and college, if we went that far.

Shedding sideburns, gartered stockings, no hair or no stockings at all.

Settled in with Social Security, a little retirement,

And still dry humping. Waiting for the real thing to fall.

What’s the bitch?  Bastard! Yup, it was your call.

No it wasn’t, you ate the apple too, and said it was my fault!

And, when I think about it, shit, how did this happen?

 I guess we’re not perfect at all!

We is, because, we isn’t.

Well, then it was our call.

 

 

*Shakespeare…Cymbeline: IV, ii 

“…Triumphs for nothing and lamenting toys

Is jollity for apes and grief for boys.”

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17 Comments

Posted by on August 24, 2014 in Existential, sex, Silly stuff, Zen

 

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17 responses to “1960’s Erotica’s Dream: It Was Our Call

  1. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)

    August 24, 2014 at 9:21 am

    Oh you touch some points back in my memory.. those hidden little things… our secrets (though mine was in the 70s)… well done

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  2. Gabriella

    August 24, 2014 at 9:37 am

    When personal history meets general history. Your memories read like a summary of the 60s in the western world.

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  3. Grace

    August 24, 2014 at 9:48 am

    How fast time flies when you are waiting for the real thing to fall on your hands ~ Good one ~

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  4. Gillena Cox

    August 24, 2014 at 10:21 am

    erotica, yesterday and today how do they compare?
    have a nice Sunday, thanks for linking at the Sunday Lime

    much love…

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  5. Sumana Roy

    August 24, 2014 at 10:46 am

    “hidden in desk drawers,”…shows a kind of fear or may be respect ingrained and not totally rooted out?…better than over exposure isn’t it?…love the story of the 60’s…

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  6. brian miller

    August 24, 2014 at 12:17 pm

    no we are not perfect….i think in some ways we all want a taste of the real thing…though settle for pale substitutes….those sticky mags start to stink too…ha

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  7. G L Meisner

    August 24, 2014 at 12:38 pm

    Yes imperfect beings made in the image of perfection we’re told. I enjoyed this poem.

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  8. Audrey Howitt

    August 24, 2014 at 1:41 pm

    squished into a sandwich of sin–what a great line–I loved this romp through time and sex

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  9. Mary

    August 24, 2014 at 3:17 pm

    Your fascinating details of the 60’s brought secrets to life. Probably everyone who lived through them could write their own similar, yet different, poem!

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  10. 1sojournal

    August 24, 2014 at 4:05 pm

    Love the sandwich of sin. So much of our lives end up squished between two slices of bread and then are devoured without thought.

    Elizabeth

    http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/

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  11. Loredana Donovan

    August 24, 2014 at 8:01 pm

    Free love of the 60’s ~ I wonder if it was really free or did people pay a price through promiscuity? The “real thing” is worth waiting for ~ I’m old fashioned that way. I believe in courtship and falling in love ~ not meaningless merely physical encounters. Smiles 🙂

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  12. susan

    August 24, 2014 at 9:23 pm

    Can’t pretend I understand this poem, but maybe it was a specific male world. I understand having ideals that we can’t meet, and the wanting, and the Eden of it all, though. If it was a garden, each re-entry was temporary, each a Woodstock where someone else had to pick up the trash.

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  13. Torie

    August 25, 2014 at 10:51 am

    ‘…then it was our call’ Yes, it is always our call. We are responsible for the decisions we make, be it good ones or bad ones! Good writing, ZQ 🙂

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  14. dsnake1

    August 25, 2014 at 11:00 am

    boy, were those fun days! growing up in the 60’s was wild but we made it.
    your post does dredge up some memories. 🙂

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  15. Kim

    August 25, 2014 at 12:08 pm

    Interactions, relationships, over the course of decades. The inclines, the declines, the journey’s twisting turns. Historical!

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  16. Hannah Gosselin

    August 27, 2014 at 10:37 pm

    Your closing lines really bring this to a truthful point…on perfection…we is because we isn’t…the entirety is epic. Nicely gathered!

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  17. Locomente

    August 29, 2014 at 12:02 pm

    History… Mixed with personal experience…
    Different and nice!

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