3 poems from Rp Verlaine

Avenue A

Valuable still, 
the near 
fallen star 
found upright  
in a dark stair well 
inquiring into 
a lost wannabe’s 
shared sweet 
by pin pointed 
dispensed pricks 
to flesh. She's 
young, hardened, yet 
nowhere near two 
collapsed veins 
like him at thirty. 
No selfies, 
he tells 
she of no last  
known address. 
At a quarter to three, 
where both inject 
realism away, 
him paying for hers 
while the limo 
driver checks 
the box scores  
in a distorted pause 
until the star walks 
out and she shakily  
says goodbye, 
counting cash.. 
He heads to the show, 
walking on clouds, 
feeling perfect almost.

Getting in Line

Trouble arrives 
apparent to others  
as a glass house 
whose glare  
blinds others  
in the fragile 
unrequited love 
of the obsessed, 
left to tilt towards 
crime or suicide 
in novel form 
an epilogue 
to tranquil 
when, from a distance, 
she conforms  
her beauty to stranger’s 
eyes, leering like  
jungle inhabitants 
at their supposed capture  
while you take the last  
place in her chorus line  
of admirers and offer 
something transparent 
as a greeting  
with sensual undertones 
stuck in your throat 
like an arrow Cupid  
misses for fun. 
You watch her  
walk away as fine  
as any movie starlet 
you have pictures of, 
who romance with  
is just as unreal. 
The dude she left with, 
a one-night fling,  
so you’re sure you’re closer  
now to the front of her  
line or vision even  
a fool might luck into. 

After She Leaves

Mosquito sized 
thoughts of revenge 
return to sting 
and prick 
until rage  
sooner than 
and he finds 
a peace hidden 
like a spider  
in the corner 
laughing, moving 
forward to take  
its bite 
and he smiles 
unafraid of death 
as days pass 
like spirits  
at a seance. 
Soon finding  
he's outside 
invisible pain  
or its surrogates. 
He starts to pray  
and pray again  
that she  
won’t ever 
come back, 
and leaves him 
to this peace  
or anything  
like it. 
That any 
man unhappily 
married ten years  

Poetry Showcase from Rp Verlaine

By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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