Poems
by Richard Schnap

Under The Influence

 

She was the one

For whom I penned

Dozens of poems

 

Each one so drunk

You could smell the beer

Rising from its words

 

She wrote after we split

Letters proclaiming love

That might as well be lies

 

For she cheated on all

Till no one was left

But the bartender of death

 

Now she appears

In my dreams sometimes

From which I wake

 

Expecting to find her

Still calling my name

In the alcoholic night

 

 

 

Empty Well

 

She cried for the one

That made her the star

In the pornographic film

On the screen of his heart

 

And she cried for the one

That swallowed her whole

But grew tired of her taste

And spit her back out

 

And she cried for the one

That preferred the cheap touch

Of dolls he could discard

Without feeling remorse

 

Till she shed no more tears

For she’d learned that the ones

With the bottomless eyes

Shed no tears for her

 

 

 

Light In The Darkness

 

At first I thought

It was a stab of lightning

Knifing down

From an angry sky

 

But as I got closer

It diminished to a house

Engulfed in wild flames

That it kindled itself

 

Then as I approached

It became a campfire

Where shadowy strangers

Sat warming their hands

 

Until I discovered

It was but a candle

Illuminating the face

Of a solitary man

 

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