the hole in the street
is a gaping wound
it’s been here
for two months
now
the walls in the house
groan and ache
as the front yard
hides in shadows
the night is an ocean
set in front of me
while sitting at my laptop
i hear a pattering sound
i open the door
and look outside
to see there’s no rain
but restless crickets sing
a street light flickers
dead stars
the tractor factory
down the hill
has been closed
almost forty years
a casino opened
to pick up the slack
but nothing’s the same
i can feel this town
is dying every day
yesterday
i washed dishes
at a diner
three hours for free
a trial run
and didn’t get it
as a second job
the manager says
there are many others
on trial
a light bleeds
through a crack
under a door
in the other room
the roommate
who wants me to move
stirs
From the north to the south the east to the west
I strive to be at my best
I might be the wisdom from the north
The joy from the south
I might be the sun from the east
And the best from the west
But I still have my flaws
Dust i am and unknown is my fate
I’m not blameless and many are my stains
I might be the worst you have ever seen
The least you want to hear from
Or the annoying soul you detest
But before you cast me out completely
Remember
You are not blameless.
You have stains like mine.
And your fate is unknown too.
You shoot me then blame me for pointing the gun.
You stab me then insist that I carve the meat.
You drown me but expect me to breathe
You spit on my memory then ask it to forgive.
You want control of my life or you don't want me to live.
A dark shadow was shivering,
Holding a knife with a dripping blood on right hand.
Black eyes started to see dim things,
Made her feel even better and stronger.
Multiple wounds on man’s body,
A luscious smile after taking his breath.
Felt the rush moving through her veins,
Said she’s not pretty insane.
Blood scattered everywhere.
It ran perilously on floor
As her white dress tried to cover
The scented smell of man’s flesh in the closet.
Crows were circling at hollow black skies.
Heavy thunders were applauding her night.
Showering blood of life all over her body
Her dark ritual was filthy and mushy.
MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE - Bad Blood
I should have known, her poor dear face so white
but love is love and Paris weaves its' spell
and easy came my mark, there on that night
she bared her neck, and ready, I could tell;
just as my teeth closed closely to her skin
an aching pain shot through my soul and tore
my probing mind apart, and locked my chin--
a toothache like I'd never known before!
But I can't stop! And as I cut her deep
blood rushing round my tooth and then the taste
that made me wish I'd layed within my sleep,
of nicotine that made her blood a waste.
And then she had the nerve that dreadful night
to ask of me, if I might have a light!
© ron wilson aka the Doylestown poet
Blue blood, red blood, royal blood, good blood...
Bad blood.
My investigations into blood,
The brifest of forays into science.
Disect the subject,
Swift, swift cuts.
You wont feel a thing.
Dripping onto the carpet,
My circumstantial scientific evidence.
Specimens and evidence,
Evidence and specimens.
Crisp dry blood,
Crack, crack with movement.
Heals over,
Just like new.
My body is a tapestry of scarred patterns.
Proof of my scientific engagements.
But for the lack of conclusions,
I would be truely bona fide.
As much blood as I cut out,
Bad blood soon replaced it.
Its secrets perplex my inner scientist.
My inner child is scared.
My outer masochist is ready.
My scalpel is prepared.
How did I get caught up in the middle of this mess?
I thought that you all knew that love comes first-
Before money, before power, before having the last word-
My heart is filled with pain enough to burst.
I know your anger's justified, you think the other's wrong
And both of you make valid points, but I won't choose.
You need to find a path between your anger and forgiveness;
A brother's love is worth too much to lose.
The years between you turn your lense on life a different way
The eldest child's perspective isn't what the youngest sees.
One action seems justified to one, to the other immature
Each of you look through the other's lenses, please.
Your anger with each other is tearing me apart
A hollow aching fills me as soon as I awake
I've always been so proud of you for the loving care you've shown
Now you're both unwilling to admit your own mistake.
It's a rude awakening to realize that the family that we had
Was a figment of my mind as much as real
Or the anger that's between you wouldn't shake it all apart,
But that loss is one we all already feel.