"The Dark Ones"
- for Buko.
dear ________,
she walked down
the narrow street
moonlight hitting her face
something inside
gnawing, festering
like a black widow
crawling
spinning
a beautiful web
the homeless guy
in the ripped shirt
and dirty jeans
is thinking obscene thoughts
as he watches her walk
a brother and sister run along
oblivious in their game
of hide and seek
she longs her a cigarette
it's been months since
she's been kissed
in the back seat
of a stranger's
vintage '57 Cadillac
"If only I had chosen to wear lace tonight," she said
wistfully under a lonely, glittering
street light.
- GT
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
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