Paris in the rain

a woman’s life

is too tenuous

delicate

billowy

spider web

close call on I-75

in preterm labor

on the way to the

Paris airport

in the rain

fragile

beautiful

precious

sacrosanct

finite

for bad friends

bad family

bad coffee

bad shoes

bad mattresses

bad jobs

bad husbands

bad debt

and bad dick

learn this by 30 for maximum

enjoyment

future

female

conquerors

of a dying planet

planchette

there’s a reading chair

i won’t allow to die

propped up with

an old Royal Typewriter case

where i drift off

dreaming unafraid

of slow-moving tornadoes

& your whispering face

weighing scientifically

which is more destructive

.

you’re haunting me

as promised

but not so much i feel put upon

which i know

you would hate

(artwork by Stephen Mackey)

sweetly, simply

ice blue shimmer

swaddling a snowy city

morning is being delivered

at the library’s

side door

i crosswalk dash

through breathy billows

from my rose red lips

a parliament of cellos

cooing ave maria to a piano in my mind

focused on the coming coffee and time clock

when the man walking passed me

lifts my trance by smiling

sweetly, simply he says,

“beautiful…”

murakami-o-rama

This piece will only appeal to avid readers of Haruki Murakami. If you don’t read him, you should. The following poem, written for his fans, will act much like Jeffrey Lebowski’s rug, it will tie the whole room together.

 

coffee

tea

tofu

someone bearing the name

of a food or a spice

elephants

cats

vanishing elephants and cats

spouses

vanishing spouses

empty wells

vacant houses

tokyo at night

prostitutes

suicide

strangulation

coffee houses

motorcycles

inheritance

ironing

world war II

earthquakes

faceless men

mysterious women

creepy psychics

train stations

abandonment

noisy birds

alternate realities

parallel universes

massage

coming in your pants

rape

dowagers

groceries

bad dreams

creepy investigators

all knowing uncles

erections

whiskey

scotch

beer

NHK television

someone who wants to have sex you

for a mystical reason

water

rain

verandas

brothels

odd teenagers

chaotic jazz

depressing classical music

vinyl records

dormitories

letter writing

ear fetish

cooking

sofa naps

contemplating death

still more contemplating death

clothing

footwear

sitting on benches

stars

moon

unexpected phone calls

sleep

winter was a crime scene

winter

was a crime scene

blood splattered onto frosted windows

red lipstick curse on the vanity mirror

high rise

victim dismembered

meat rotting

in poorly wrapped packages

to be toe tagged

orphans whisked away by the government

appointed neglectful

pearls fallen across the sticky floor

to a police radio symphony

Mahler fatalistic

smug detectives

sipping black coffee

no sugar to be found in the city

a glib act

notebook scratches

with no hope for answers

or finding the perpetrator

who caused

the whole mess

 

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