You spoke softly,
your sentiments not seeking sympathy.
I led you away from the table dancers,
the wearers of lampshades.
I could talk into the night.
I think you are dangerous,
and your body wants to dance.
I wait for your whisper,
and, given half a chance..
Monthly Archives: September 2019
Bad Laura
Oh God. Please. Not this day.
The mossy ceiling fan slows,
and blows the dark down the hall to my room.
And I know he is coming again.
I’ve named him Bob, you know.
His dark is charmed.
Bestial.
Always, I cannot move,
or even see him through the soot.
And he climbs upon me and pants.
With an insane laugh,
he eats at me.
Handles me hard.
Tells me I am bad.
Bad bad girl.
Bad Laura.
And he says
until next time.
And he knows I will not tell.
Because then they will all know.
I am dirty, so dirty,
and can’t wash it off.
Carpe Diem
So.
Not for a while now
have I felt that I could
point the way,
suggest, show interest.
So, let’s seize this day that’s given.
Let’s walk by the water.
A movie and popcorn.
The second hand store.
Please, take my hand.
Are you still mine?
Come with me.
I promise.
The Exile
Clarice walks above and below us.
Lives in a dream,
exiled from this plane by an unknown puppeteer.
For her, great fears
that would kill one of us,
but high insights and ecstasies too.
And now, she melts in silence.
What did you see, Clarice?
What did you see?
Afterword
Will you tell me, Father,
what the sky looked like
when the Angels fell?
When one of power
sowed the great discord.
The First Lie.
Kin against kin.
Weapons in Elysium.
Did the black flock
blot the Sun
and foul the Earth?
And did She banish them
forever to the Nether?
No gold this time..
Well, I did not win for author of the month on Spillwords, but to make the short list among so many writers was great!
In print!
The September issue of Crêpe & Penn has just been published. It includes three pieces of mine. I’m excited to get my hands on a copy!
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