misery, a poem

MISERY

  Misery roams deserted alleys. Is gorgeous in every city, blanketed. A seductive gravity ravishes, standing alone on a street corner. She does not draw crowds though every passerby and wall slide her a sidelong glance. Tall and willowy statuesque, a voluptuous silhouette from collar breastbone to pelvic pleat. Her clothes are a sin. Cruel confronting barriers, she’ll climb your[…]

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awareness as a courtesy

awareness as a courtesy

Nighttime muses caress breezy shoulders careening over little known instincts. For bliss, for virtue, for loss, in folders. On blocks of lady luck, we connect. Using whichever craft of needlepoint canoodles us best, to resurrect. We sit and soak our nimble hips in nebulous. Jubilee delight (so I like to call it).                Some[…]

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scintillating drunkards, a poem

Scintillating Drunkards

My New Year’s Eve said to me: “You are a stoic woman.” attended the opera alone at carnegie hall. die fledermaus, concert version. had two tickets, but never found the gorgeous stranger i fantasized i’d run into in the preceding days. it was fine. i cried. not because it was touching- no, this opera is fanciful, silly, a farce. i cried[…]

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