"My Sunday Girl" *
The neon glows like a beacon
inviting the lovers of the night
to come out of the woodwork
the moon is out
in its quiet brilliance
She is among them tonight
searching for the something
or someone that will stop
her vulnerable heart
Desire hides within
the shadows
as the wind howls
we run hand in hand
to the old church
It is beautiful inside, he whispers
as Sunday's girl leans into him
and their bodies intertwine
the wetness from her thighs
blesses the union
A holy no
as the two souls
are joined
in consecrated bliss.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
* - this poem was inspired by "Down" (Scott Weiland/Robert De Leo)
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Poem: "Interstate" *
"Interstate" *
Driving on the highway
away from here
away from the ghosts
that have haunted
my days
The open road ahead
so many miles to go
the sun shines down
upon your beautiful face
The former glory we shared
is now hanging by a thread
the wind in our hair
not a single cloud in the sky
You move closer
leaning in for a kiss
our lips meet
and, in that moment,
the flame burns once more
The lies spoken between us
the fragrant desperation
that your demands had
on my mind and my heart
was undeniably palpable
You squeeze my hand
I put my foot on the gas pedal
and, as the speedometer, rises
I close my eyes
And imagine you above me
with nothing but a smile
your sticky warmth over me
As it curdles my blood
along this stretch
of lonely interstate.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
* - poem was inspired by "Interstate Love Song" (Scott Weiland/Robert De Leo)
Driving on the highway
away from here
away from the ghosts
that have haunted
my days
The open road ahead
so many miles to go
the sun shines down
upon your beautiful face
The former glory we shared
is now hanging by a thread
the wind in our hair
not a single cloud in the sky
You move closer
leaning in for a kiss
our lips meet
and, in that moment,
the flame burns once more
The lies spoken between us
the fragrant desperation
that your demands had
on my mind and my heart
was undeniably palpable
You squeeze my hand
I put my foot on the gas pedal
and, as the speedometer, rises
I close my eyes
And imagine you above me
with nothing but a smile
your sticky warmth over me
As it curdles my blood
along this stretch
of lonely interstate.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
* - poem was inspired by "Interstate Love Song" (Scott Weiland/Robert De Leo)
Poem: "Mess"
"Mess"
The streets are lined
with freaks, addicts, and fuckers
the night has come once again
illuminating storm and stillness
with its perfect light
He lays on the bed
contemplating
the what if's
the could have been's
Still in the tiny cramped space
surrounded by scraps of paper
half-eaten cartons of bad Chinese takeout
and empty bottles of Smirnoff and Jack Daniel's
She left in a haze
taking in her suitcase
all their hopes, dreams, desires
and dirty laundry
He finds a picture of her
in happier times
and softly traces her face
with his fingers
The skeletons of his closet
have come back
from the long buried past
for their much deserved
revenge
Smiling to himself
he drops to his knees
mutters a silent plea
calmly awaiting
the deluge to
commence.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
The streets are lined
with freaks, addicts, and fuckers
the night has come once again
illuminating storm and stillness
with its perfect light
He lays on the bed
contemplating
the what if's
the could have been's
Still in the tiny cramped space
surrounded by scraps of paper
half-eaten cartons of bad Chinese takeout
and empty bottles of Smirnoff and Jack Daniel's
She left in a haze
taking in her suitcase
all their hopes, dreams, desires
and dirty laundry
He finds a picture of her
in happier times
and softly traces her face
with his fingers
The skeletons of his closet
have come back
from the long buried past
for their much deserved
revenge
Smiling to himself
he drops to his knees
mutters a silent plea
calmly awaiting
the deluge to
commence.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "The Addict"
"The Addict"
The man stares back
at the mirror
and can't stand the sight
of himself
of what he has lost
and what he has become
He stares at the walls
they are bare
and unbelievably brutal
in their silence
The words fly onto the page
as he sits at the old desk
the electric typewriter a-buzzing
his mind feverishly at the controls
A bottle of vodka sits idly by
he fishes in his pocket for a cigarette
and lights it, taking a long drag
he leans back in the chair
and smiles to himself
She left long ago
the warm and beauty
that filled his life
is now no more
He gets up
grabs the vodka bottle
and steps outside for a moment
into the waiting rain
Taking a drink
he longs for sweet surrender
that never comes
He falls to his knees
praying for respite
As his demons coldly laugh
churning, twisting, writhing
the pain contorts his face
into a state of wickedly contented
bliss
Lest the world fades away
the final breath exhales.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
The man stares back
at the mirror
and can't stand the sight
of himself
of what he has lost
and what he has become
He stares at the walls
they are bare
and unbelievably brutal
in their silence
The words fly onto the page
as he sits at the old desk
the electric typewriter a-buzzing
his mind feverishly at the controls
A bottle of vodka sits idly by
he fishes in his pocket for a cigarette
and lights it, taking a long drag
he leans back in the chair
and smiles to himself
She left long ago
the warm and beauty
that filled his life
is now no more
He gets up
grabs the vodka bottle
and steps outside for a moment
into the waiting rain
Taking a drink
he longs for sweet surrender
that never comes
He falls to his knees
praying for respite
As his demons coldly laugh
churning, twisting, writhing
the pain contorts his face
into a state of wickedly contented
bliss
Lest the world fades away
the final breath exhales.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "The Veil"
"The Veil"
She stands at the altar
her fiance apparently decided
to run off with that hot brunette
40-ish cougar
in the leopard print
and high heels
The bride
smiles to herself
amid a rush of tears
"It was so easy back then,"
she says with a sigh
He promised to take her
away from all the sadness
from all the pain that tortured
her aching heart
That first night
she found out
that he loved her
She decided to repay him
in kind
with lingerie and red wine
it was a sordid, lovely night
Time passed and the two
became joined at the hip
he took a steady 9-5
while she stayed home with the kids
The night of their undoing
he was caught in the backseat
getting to know the neighbor's wife
with his pants down around his ankles
The bastard smiled afterward
and, upon his return, the bride
punched him square in the face
and stormed out of the house
The lonely veil left on the killing floor.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
She stands at the altar
her fiance apparently decided
to run off with that hot brunette
40-ish cougar
in the leopard print
and high heels
The bride
smiles to herself
amid a rush of tears
"It was so easy back then,"
she says with a sigh
He promised to take her
away from all the sadness
from all the pain that tortured
her aching heart
That first night
she found out
that he loved her
She decided to repay him
in kind
with lingerie and red wine
it was a sordid, lovely night
Time passed and the two
became joined at the hip
he took a steady 9-5
while she stayed home with the kids
The night of their undoing
he was caught in the backseat
getting to know the neighbor's wife
with his pants down around his ankles
The bastard smiled afterward
and, upon his return, the bride
punched him square in the face
and stormed out of the house
The lonely veil left on the killing floor.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "Chaos and Midday"
"Chaos and Midday"
When the line
crosses into the night's fateful
sublime knowing
and the seams
are about to burst
And the broken mess
lies in the floor
what is left
is not much else
Other than this empty room
and the same old typewriter
in the same chair
the walls are bare now
My hands ache
with resignation
of the coming
of the eventual
undoing
The sun is shining
inside, my bones are cold
the blood that runs
through my body
is rendered useless
Strangers walk past
on the street
with their filthy handshakes
and fake gestures
You are gone now
nothing is the same
I'm missing you
as the world grows smaller
I die a little more inside
who's gonna reach out
to rescue me
from the fall?
Head in my hands
Tthe clock blares
it is now 1:30 p.m.
as a breath manages
a heroic escape
The debacle is now
in full swing.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
When the line
crosses into the night's fateful
sublime knowing
and the seams
are about to burst
And the broken mess
lies in the floor
what is left
is not much else
Other than this empty room
and the same old typewriter
in the same chair
the walls are bare now
My hands ache
with resignation
of the coming
of the eventual
undoing
The sun is shining
inside, my bones are cold
the blood that runs
through my body
is rendered useless
Strangers walk past
on the street
with their filthy handshakes
and fake gestures
You are gone now
nothing is the same
I'm missing you
as the world grows smaller
I die a little more inside
who's gonna reach out
to rescue me
from the fall?
Head in my hands
Tthe clock blares
it is now 1:30 p.m.
as a breath manages
a heroic escape
The debacle is now
in full swing.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
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