Poems
by Rp
Verlaine
The Candles Waver
Even the moon
in her eyes is
never whole.
Yet somehow she turns
the axis I cling to
with the lost balance necessary
posturing me
backwards to
errors worth repenting.
Tossing the small gold
cross I wore for
years in the garbage.
She borrows shadows
of night for her
sensual sorcery upon a bed
night after night
where “sounds speak loudest”
she lies before blowing
out the candles.
With lips that scald
when they so desire
with fire that doesn't burn
but does far worse.
Discord
Her nerves jangling
with discord.“I need a xanax”
she tells me sipping tea.
We're out doors in a late
afternoon when
darkening clouds
serve notice rain
will find us without
cover or so much
as a discount store
umbrella.
She swallows two
white pills and with
trembling hands
hands me my
poems newly typed
and now pristine after
a few hours with
her. editing skills.
The young waitress
asks if we need anything.
“A new life,” says Lea.
Not what she wanted to hear
but I hand her a plastic card
and she vanishes.
Lea says, I like the poem
about the woman
who purposely killed her
husband telling the cops
she thought he was a burglar
but was hit by lightning
during the funeral service.”
“Its' a bit far fetched I know
but …” I feel the first
raindrop.
“Lets go,” I say.
“I have to finish my tea”
she said as I felt
two more raindrops.
At The Dali Exhibit
A kiss in a moment daring
to be stolen.
Dali's melting time pieces unwinding
in reverse.
And the gold Lady Godiva bathed
in lightning.
Had heightened our senses to see
past the obvious.
Yet I still wanted Kelsie's elusive tongue
faithful to no one, one more time in
a room of Dali's mirrors.
Live puzzles fractured and broken
as if intent on capturing
only us.
In the thousand surreal reflections
multiplied until I could
almost be convinced
she meant it once.
Famous Once
the child/teen
star aged out
Glitter Peeled
A meteor
crashing through
from darkness
to brilliance
A shooting star
a fleeting dance
of mediocrity
defeated forever
in the brief
some said
instant
before
crashing
a fallen faded
you were famous
shower of sparks
gone in the lost
lifespan of
grace pausing
to consider
the moving on
forever
once.
Perils Of Lip Reading
For Iggy Pop...
My eardrums
leak blood
I wanna be your dog
reverberates
loud enough for
spinal column
to almost lead me
to dance
as I walk
miming its words
through park
a pretty too
young girl
to know the song
reads my lips
and runs
fast.
