Timothy Ray Poet Free verse

The Nights Were Filled With Arguments

the nights were filled with arguments
new jersey had a new prostitute
spring and true love, drunken moments
soon mutable to the crashing of objects
against the walls, the doors
freedom thru defenestration
how was i supposed to read and write
i would bang on the wall
hey, Quasimodo, pax vobiscum, remember
mans sana in copre sano
this is heaven here on earth
try Occam's razor for god's sake
there would be a knock on the door
Quasi had returned my Beethoven's fifth
earphones, boom box
i loved his courtships
he used to walk, talk
and breathe his next conquest
the ones he could convince
to leave the profession
gifts in tow, he would stop by, well
you're irresistible Quasi
she hasn't a chance
need money, a few lines in Spanish
anything for a fellow kamikaze
it was worth the silence
i could hear him above my own roar
my only wish was to teach him
pick on the tourists, they leave
upon his victorious return, the inevitable
he would pull the bed back
far enough from the wall
to get the banging effect he needed
gave her hell didn't i, he would say
and the inevitable always brought the war
month, sometimes more, and they would
have found a new patron of the bottle art
but new jersey took one seriously
doing his life in Mexico
what is it like to love a woman to death
i don't care to know
what a horrible thought
it is much easier waving goodbye to buses
no jail time, no funeral expenses


   Playa Hermosa 92   The Patient Stones

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Vijay Pandit May 22, 2022 at 5:02 AM You bring alive the characters you describe in this poem as you paint the scenes. I can imagine the drunken moments--crashing--ready for next conquest--through your words. Some have no choice--some choose the lifestyle. True but sad!

Panagiota Romios May 22, 2022 at 12:41 AM Pray for your enemy...I sit here wondering If Jews did this in the ghetto? I wonder if I can forgive our gov for forcing us to live in fear! Covid ghettos.ugh! I have known murderers, happy as clams. No clue they were cracked.and friends who hung or shot themselves. Thus, I learned to not hide my feelings.I studied Latin for four years. Nothing as beautiful as Latin Mass. Pope declared anyone who likes Latin Mass, is from the Devil! A bit cracked. Quite a brilliant write, Tim Pangie

Sara Kendrick May 21, 2022 at 4:16 PM Interesting lines penned in this one. Way to go. Thank you for your visit to my page. Sara Timothy Ray May 21, 2022 at 8:32 PM ah Sara, it is only part of the story, she perished from rough sex. it is said your true family is not always blood, she was like a sister to me....Quasi was my introduction into forgiveness...he gave me the wisdom of Jesus, pray for your enemy...i still do...in fact in counseling i encouraged this, many found that doing that took away any anger at their very thought of someone...thank you for your visit.