The Look

It’s that look.

Trying to be passive,
Like the burn of your stare,
Doesn’t set fire to her imaginations,
Like she doesn’t care.

It’s that look.

As if she’s not troubled,
At the realisation,
That she’s going to love,
Because love is devastation.

It’s that look.

Those pouted lips poised,
Like a gate rigged shut,
Giving her time think,
With her brain and not her gut.

It’s that look.

That says “back off”,
But also says “stay”,
Almost like a doll,
Yet her soulful eyes betray

It’s that look

Like hors d’oeuvres,
You absolutely adore,
A delicious treat leaving you weak,
And hungrier for more.

 

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Alone (Blues Inspired Poem)

The wind was howlin’
When you left me all alone
The wind was howlin’ bad
When you left me all alone
Paper sprawled across the floor
You should’ve just shut the door ‘cause
The wind was howlin’
When you left me all alone

You let the chill in
When you left me all alone
You let the chill in, babe
When you left me all alone
Frozen in the sleeping sack
Can’t believe I want you back ‘cause
You let the chill in
When you left me all alone

The shadows crept in
When you left me all alone
The shadows crept in fast
When you left me all alone
Where has all the sunshine gone
Promise me you won’t be long ‘cause
The shadows crept in
When you left me all alone

Recycled

Shot in a field. Strangled in a basement. Starved in a hut.

A sheet of paper reports news.

Stabbed in a store. Burnt in a fire. Gassed in a chamber.

Another sheet is added to the pile of news.

Hit in a home. Raped in a bed. Dumped in a lake.

Stacks of paper report news.

Shot in a field. Strangled in a basement. Starved in a hut.

The paper is too heavy to hold.

Stabbed in a store. Burnt in a fire. Gassed in a chamber.

There is no room to store it.

Hit in a home. Raped in a bed. Dumped in a lake.

It will have to be shredded.