Purity
By
I’ve seen plenty a men
Torn limb from limb
Like a traumatized soldier
At the end of a war
No matter the outcome
I’ll always be the loser
A never ending game of
Russian roulette
Followed by a shot of
Cheap vodka
To loosen the steady
Of my happy trigger finger
Like trying to piss
Without using my hands
And wondering who’s
Gonna clean up
This bloody mess
I’ve left behind
I can only hope
To God that I’m
Stricken with Pica
And enjoy the taste of bullets
Mute
By
Bold Zulu God
In my dreams
I see flesh dripping
Like candle wax
Coating my tongue
Like white chocolate
It sticks to the roof
Of my mouth
So I can’t form words
Instead
I use my eyes and within them
You see sign language
Of the heart
Speak
Lovely poetry from a lovely poet. Thanks for this colorful sharing. It does make the mind tingle and twinkle! Warm wishes, Tasha
Thank you, Tasha, for your warm words of encouragement!
Nice publication and my friend Laura LaVeglia Grillo makes it even better, she is a great writer.
thank you for the exciting opportunity featuring two of my poems in your distinguished magazine. I was so happy to see my name and poems! Many of the poems I have read on your site are just fabulous. What a bunch of talented poets!!!! Best Regards, Laura LaVeglia
Remarkable sizzle! Two widows? A widow and widower?
You can supply the genders as you wish....
Dear Simon, thank you for sharing this perspective that has long awaited its say, especially in poetic format as you have done so beautifully. - Shari