Poem: "420"

"420"

She paces the room
staring at the note
the woman from
the other night left

somewhere, a voice
calls out
"you should, you should"
it tells her

as she puts her makeup on
and stops to pose in the mirror
the anticipation swells from within

her lover's voice lingers
as she imagines her
staring at her long legs
and thinking all the while

forbidden thoughts
such luscious skin
each beautiful curve
every precious space

she needs her

somewhere, the woman waits
desire whispering in the shadows
feigning modesty,
she uncrosses her legs
and reaches for her trenchcoat

as seduction, vice, and longing
threaten to overtake
her suddenly fragile
romantic inclinations

the push and pull is too strong
as the object of her affection
waits impatiently
the anticipation seething
in the undertow of moonlit deceit.

Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo

Poem: "The Return"

"The Return"

Today is Monday
the lights shine
a little too brightly

scantily clad pedestrians
crowd the sidewalk
antsy and overheated

not a cloud in the sky
the forecast calls for
a steady downpour

of upturned, anxious
gate crashing road rage
adrenaline, plastic tube

respirators at the ready
the twilight of angry
40-something soccer mobs

is about to descend
upon the populace of
the town
Hope, 2 by 4

the babies in the street
can't shield their eyes much longer
lest the foreboding Tonka psychopaths
cast a sultry, knowing glare.

Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo

Poem: "Stealing Columbine"

"Stealing Columbine"

dear ________,

in the grand scheme
of our mutual unraveling
when the dust settles
in our weary bones

and you and I are barely
hanging onto a thread
in some perverted attempt
to restore a measure of innocence

remember this before the notion
of spitting in my face and dancing
on my grave suddenly appeals to you:

I have longed for you
ever since youth was stolen at Columbine

If we cannot ever know
the beauty of lying next to one another
in rapture

please lock me away in your heart
and let neither heaven nor hell
stand in the way
of our fervent affection

despite the guise of our present
desperate straits.

- P

Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo

Poem: "Death Trap"

"Death Trap"

dear ________,

last night was a total disaster
I found out that
apparently it takes
20 drinks at some smoking
stench filled hell hole
of a bar

to get my mojo working
then she walks in
all eyes on her

mid-thirties
tan, long legs
wearing a top that shimmers
and exposes her midriff ever so subtly

she leans over to the bartender
and whispers something in her ear
the woman giggles coyly
as the drink almost spills

"how did your date go?," asks the bartender
The woman leans closer and smiles
"He was a tool. Like a fucking death trap."

She gets up slowly
And blows the bartender a kiss
The anticipation between
What's to come and
What could have been

Is treatening to unravel her delicate insides
The moment, palpable
As a black, silk dress falls to the floor
The room spinning in ecstasy

Desperation lingers on her mouth.

- DP

Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo