Poem: "The Fragile"

"The Fragile"

Watching the skeletons
as they crawl out
of the closet
as broken bones
seethe in quiet disgust

Silence pervades
the subtle spaces
between you and I
begin to fade
as the distance grows

I will wait for you
my dearest one
amid the larks
that fly overhead

Walking alone
to the pond
I cast a pebble
and watch it skip along
the clear water

As I close my eyes
I wish for you
and, in that fleeting moment,
our embrace lingers
as you kiss
my aching mouth.

Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo

Poem: "Shattered Glass"

"Shattered Glass"

Sitting alone at my desk
staring numbly at the blinking screen
your face etched in my memory
your fragrance, your breath
lingers awhile
longer than it should

Insomnia has taken hold
though sleep eludes me
like a phantom
in the early hours

The bed is cold now
you've gone away
twilight has descended
upon my heart
like vultures to a carcass

I have spent hours
days, weeks, months
wishing you'd come back
hoping that you would
somehow see how
this whole beautiful mess
came to be

You've went away
met another
I hear you're married now
he must be a wonderful man

I've been through this a million times
and would probably go through it
a million more
just to have the answers
that would somehow
make me whole again

Crawling on my knees
toward the door
hands reach up
struggling to escape

There is no hope
inside, my heart
seethes
shards of
shattered glass.

Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo

Poem: "Remains" *

"Remains" *

Standing in the spot
it is dark now
nightfall has descended
upon the subtle remains
of my broken heart

There was a man
who frequented
the local nightclub
who knew the
daughter of a woman
who was owed money

He walks inside
sits at the bar
eyes me suspiciously
for a moment

I sit idly
as the minutes pass
as the words come
from a familiar place

The bed is cold
and I'm tired
this place has
no warmth left

Head in my hands
pictures of you
all scattered
on the bed

Blood on my shirt
staggering to the sink
turn the faucet on
the water running

I collapse to the floor
welcoming unnatural sleep
as the void seeks fervent embrace
once more.

Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo

* poem inspired by "Still Remains" (Scott Weiland/Robert De Leo).

Poem: "My Sunday Girl" *

"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)

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)

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

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