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Rafaela #2

Rafaela as you see her now seated upon the sofa
Her soft body unveiling itself
Will be the most humanized portrait of the lot
And the most famous
Painted in the same rotund angular
Style her mistress will be known for
Yet with more depth and feeling
Less sharp and rigorous than
The dead eyed minxes that came before her

if we have each other

We were 15 and just trying to be cool
Logos prep academy is where we go to school
Going to our soccer practice and just trying to survive
we were clinging to the fact that we were finally alive
but at home, my parents always fought
filling up our house with unkind and dirty thoughts
I would sit alone in bed just wishing for a friend
then I met Abigail and never did again
now ill never be alone
have a hand to hold
and when nights are cold
ill say
the world's not perfect
but it's not that bad

Hotel Transylvania Bleu...

As he checked into the hotel
The famous Transylvania Bleu
He noticed a face he'd seen before
In the mirror that's facing you

She looked hauntingly familiar
She stared into his eyes
He stared right back at her
With no small surprise

Six foot four and muscles
He had a kind of rugged look
He supposed the lady enamored
And he signed into the book

He turned to scan the crowd
She was nowhere to be found
Then right there at his elbow
When he turned back around

Behind the Answer

Heat behind the eyes intensifies as tears well up,
saliva pools in the mouth, swallowing to send it down.
that lump in the throat threatens to send me over,
all in response to a question making my heart cave in.

Just breathe. In. Out.

Bitten nails scratch into the palm as the hands clench,
shoulders tense then release, attempting to relax.
Eyes drawn to the scars marking my hands, haunting,
memories of the darkness comes back flooding.

Answer them. Look up.

I'm fine thanks, how have you really been?

The windshield wipers were in sync with the music
“Kashmir’s” pedestrian bass beats the rainwater out of view.

This busy stretch of road moves in the dark
in front, a never ending moving reel of film

pulling up, stopping at the train station
suitcases are coughed up from the trunk.

the car pulls away into the rain, wipers still moving magically
as I watch as the rain blurs it all, until only the red prisms of taillights show.

Toasty Tootsies,

As winter slaps the arse autumn
and lambs no-longer bleat.
I'm glad I saw these socks n bought 'em--

I've got reeaally frigid feet.


A Nod To The November Themes

Arm that plays with the wind
'tis mine but feels too free.
Travel light and travel fast;
the window down helps.
City lights and plights;
wish I could outrun myself.
No luck nor dice;
a spiritual rewrite?
No God would mistake
me for a worthy soul.

Maybe this time will be different.


Running Away
coz read below
be not shy

Utter poetic poverty
suffer from it poets
one too many
it's the negation art
of not commenting
Is it limited to poets

poetic brevity

Mistaken Identity
no not really
I'm real creativity
mistake not me
in reality

Wind next to heart
jokes apart
but cliche don't recall
'coz wind and heart to date
none can ever prostrate

Spider's Last Dance

Sipping my coffee on a crisp
but sunny fall morning, I noticed a brown spider
hanging from a single thread
attached to an awning in our back yard

It wasn’t moving, possibly waiting
for its next meal to wander into its web
somewhere above. Being so still,
I became curious and reached out
to stir the gossamer strand

The spider, still unmoving, was gone
Gone to wherever spiders go
when they are done being what they are

Demon Slayer

Broke down feelings visit me
during the dark hours sometimes
Part of me knows something's not right

But when I think of you
I know the morning will return
bringing all that is new again

Like the dawn has a need
to be part of the day
you come to me with tenderness
intent on being there as a constant

Fixing me with a smile
the demons, foiled once more, retreat
to their dark and unwelcome lairs


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