Poem: "Lull"

"Lull"

In the silent tempting underbrush
When night succumbs to the first light
Of captivating dawn
She waits beside the lake's shore

Guided by voices
The woman she was
In her long captured youth
When the rapture of longing
And love's irresistible allure
Threatened to overtake her

She touches the still waters
Remembering every inch, every contour
Of her lover's face, now gone
"It is so lonely at night," she reminds herself

The stars twinkle mercilessly
As they streak across the sky
She longs to put on some make up
And that familiar black dress

Though she may want indiscretion tonight
She resists because she knows
It is far more enticing to be
Waiting for her beloved's return
Amid the shadows that haunt her

Inside, a shattered heart still beats.

Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo

Poem: "The Final Rose"

"The Final Rose"

Today is Friday

the vents in the windows
let out a little air
gaping wound
as veiled eyes watch

the drama of the exploited and the wicked
somewhere caught in the fringe
between now, forever, and never
the dance, painfully slow

eyes shift nervously about the room
someone steps up and recites
a slurred masterpiece
of a long overdue diatribe

she speaks slowly to her stalker
in dulcet tones and batted eyes
she gets up carefully, the red silk
of her dress glittering
in the subdued light

she gestures knowingly
and leaves without a word
content in the fact
that, no matter what happens, the man

the same man she yearned for
all those years ago
will never find the will
to ever let her go

a single rose tinged
with bittersweet tears
on his frayed, taunt death mask.

Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo

Poem: "Towards The Rear Wheels Of The Motorcade"

"Towards The Rear Wheels Of The Motorcade"

today is Tuesday and the farmer's market is full
of activity, bustling with the buyers and sellers
children screaming and men scratching their heads
the forecast calls for partly cloudy skies
with a 35% chance of scattered showers

the undertaker has run out of mahogany coffins
Starbucks Frappucino's have been reported to cause
infertility in women on the verge of Tourette's
$7.50 for used tampons at all participating
Mom and Pop bank robberies

metallic dildos have replaced rubber ones
as the weapon of choice
56% of men report an increase
in the consumption of salty snacks
once they reach the age of 45

the alarm clock is known to stimulate
road rage in slugs and rodents
three servings of caffeine an hour slows the brain's ability
to prevent pointless outbursts from overpaid game show vixens

somewhere in the world, three clicks
will signal the end of boys bands in spandex
taking over the airwaves

in light of this most recent infraction.

(Note: This was originally written on February 24, 2004 for my old blog.)

Copyright: 2004, by Raymund Diaz Delizo

Poem: "Last Nerve"

"Last Nerve"

she called again
for the twentieth time
as the last nerve in my brain snaps
I let out a scream that no one ever hears

if I wanted to be fucked up
that's why I keep my cock close by
can't stand the cat fights no more

you can't make it past the phone line

you don't have to be here
I never asked you to come by to begin with
maybe you don't have anyone better to do
but next time you feel the need to cling

get yourself a damn blanket

I won't be around much longer
to put up with your shit
that's right, I'm evil
but at least I know what I am

"I know how you get around men."
bitch, if you really did know how I get
you would know better
and not spread your legs
for every asshole you meet

and you think I'm the easy one, huh?
we'll see about that.

(Note: This was originally written on March 26, 2004 for my old blog.)

Copyright: 2004, by Raymund Diaz Delizo

Poem: "A Light Of Their Own"

"A Light of Their Own"

I have grown tired of chewing
from the fat of your lies
Elvis at the doorstep of the innocent
beatings of barefoot children
as they scream for mothers long dead

I have grown tired of chewing
from the fat of your lies
the engine of the car blew
while the way to work on the funeral

I have grown tired of chewing
from the fat of your lies
two women, twin sisters
were found just outside
the steps of their home
naked and raped
a pile of bloody clothes
next to their dying bodies
under the odd beauty of moonlit night

I have grown tired of chewing
from the fat of your lies
the bridges and been burned and countless ghosts
let loose on an unsuspecting populace

I have grown tired of chewing
from the fat of your lies
the sins of the lustful
under the valiant guise
of the watchmen
who forever go nameless

I have grown tired of chewing
from the fat of your lies.

(Note: This was originally written on February 29, 2004 for my old blog.)

Copyright: 2004, By Raymund Diaz Delizo

Poem: "The Cracks Of Enormous Propensity"

"The Cracks Of Enormous Propensity"

force feed through the gills of deception
as the skies part, the sea lays waste
to the forever kingdom
of the forgotten rulers

the misfits will have their say tonight

wisdom teeth show a propensity towards
idiotic displays of iconic bathroom behavior
as the bushmen await their next victim
the practical joke has reached new heights

lest the common folk forget the supplier
of their sugar-laced hallucinations
the trucks roll by
the scent of bear claws, twists and coffee linger

sitting by the roadside
up the cracks
looking at the children
as they stare back

in glowing consternation.

(Note: This was originally written April 4, 2004 for my old blog.)

Copyright: 2004, by Raymund Diaz Delizo

Poem: "Sleeping With The Dregs"

"Sleeping With The Dregs"

the man in the shitkicker hat stares
up at the moon
dangling a cigarette in his fat, callused fingers
contemplating whatever it is a man of his hefty stature would

his old lady left him
when the rent was due
and took his grandfather's old rifle
without an explanation

"probably pawned it, the bitch," he thought
as he lit the cigarette and took a long drag
his wildly, unkempt hair blowing in the wind
inside, he missed her deeply
but his manly pride meant too much

the countless hours on the road
in and out of strange motels
fucking women with soft faces
and names like Yvette, Cassie and Lou Ann

eating in diners and driving a beat up '67 Cadillac
he had his shot at being someone once
but he gave all that up when he chose

to sleep with the dregs

(don't forget your blanket, Butch).

(Note: This was originally written April 27, 2004 for my old blog; edited April 10, 2009.)

Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo