slap of dominoes
on a wooden table
the upside of
double sixes
blocking the one escape
from a haunting memory
of someone screaming in the night
someone torn from the silvery remnants
of a cocoon life
muddle of busy streets
cacophonous clatter
under mushroom police sirens
feet and more feet
stepping through doors
and arches
and over sidewalk betrothals
immutable initials encircled
by concrete hearts
just before dawn
squeak of bedsprings
repetitious and unrelenting
until after a groaning gasp
blending with a guttural moan
nothing
and then nothing
and then something cruel and acidic
something that eats the moment
silence
Chaplinesque and idiotic
a flutter of eyelids
and fumbling fingers
not blind but like blind sounds
unheard except by
the empty heart
waiting for a whisper
that never comes
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beautiful picture !
ReplyDeleteOh my, something different from the poet ... erotic and very dark. I rather like it.
ReplyDeleteI have read this and read this over the days.........
ReplyDeleteIt just leaves me wondering