Ugliness

I really had not wanted to go
a ball
in which one masquerades as someone else
but I went
as requested by a friend of the host.
I dressed myself as a gentleman
with tails
with top hat
a monocole on my eye
a cane in my hand
spinning as I walked the room.
Gaggles of girls
dressed in their finest
netted hair
jeweled busts
I could not help noticing
the glances thrown my way.
Off to the side
a young girl sat
alone
her dress
well
not so becoming
which I am sure she knew.
As I drew along next to her
I could hear the vicious whispers of the mean girls.
‘Do you see what she is wearing?’
‘Who told her she looked good in that color?’
The list of deficiencies included:
Hair drab and lifeless
Figure round and in need of a diet.
Nose to piggish rhinoplasty might be required.
As I listened with quiet horror
I realized that she too
this young jewel of a girl
was able to hear them.
I glided to a halt next to her
held out my hand
offering her respect
self worth
all that I can.
She placed her hand in mine
graceful as a ballerina she stood
we turned for the dance floor.
I saw those jealous girls glowering
and turned to them with a smile
my pithy comment
leaving them undone.
‘Where my young friend here will bloom with life
you shall always be ugly on the inside.’
August 31/18
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Boogeyman

His shadow spreads
over bitter walls
skeletal fingers
creep along
scritching
scratching
he wants to come in.
Hidden under the covers
trying to ignore the fear
counting beneath your breath
please do not let him come near.
Each footstep
each creak of the floor
an indication that he is coming closer.
Mouth working
throat closing
your scream comes out
as a whispered no.
Terror holds you tight
an embrace you cannot escape from
the door slowly opens
as you squeeze your eyes shut.
Like a child
you are convinced
that if you cannot see him
He cannot see you.
Covers slowly pulled away
a low moaning hiss
fingers pressing
nay bruising into your flesh
as you struggle to awaken
away from this horror
towards the sunrise.
August 31/18
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Not Unwanted

Never something I was looking for
I had turned myself away
off
unavailable
prefering to make of life
what it was.
Began so slowly
a message here and there
until it became a daily thing
creeping up on us both.
When you don’t look
when you don’t grasp
when you are surprised
by the sudden longing of feeling
remember that I too am as flustered as you.
These feelings
emotions
desires
yet not unwanted.
Aug. 30/18
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Old lady by the Sea

High atop the frothing sea
waves shattering on the shore
bleak
grey
no sense of wonder
no one comes here any more.
Once used for galas
for entertainment
for bringing together
societal equals
pauper poets
inebriated journalists
sober judges
the list can go on and on.
When lit up at night
the mansion gleamed
history seeping from the stones
at every turn.
Time can be a harsh mistress
sea salt
sea winds
land winds
causing the rocks to tumble.
Once a proud maiden true
his parsimonious nature
has turned her into a bitter old woman
turned in on her memories
as ghosts of the past
dance through forgotten halls
to music no one can hear.
August 29/18

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Undecided

Daintily
picking her way 
stepping over bleached bones
skirt held up
as though she was curtsying to the Queen.
Ballet movements
graceful
hands on hips
glaring around
‘Who is to blame 
For this mass genocide?’
Standing atop the crumbling mound
bones collapsing into dust
the unlucky ones who were caught outside
when the bombs came down
flesh seared from bones
mothers bonded forever more
with their childrens cold corpses.
All were warned
all were told there would be a price to pay
if the situation was not altered
but continued unabated.
The walls were built
silos filled
with more grain than they could eat
cows
pigs
horses too
all saved
to repopulate a world
destroyed by….
greed
war
famine
drought
pestilents
overpopulation
the list goes on and on.
With no one person to blame
fingers point….
East
West
North
South
no one will be responsible
no one will claim that wrong had been done.
Instead
slithering
undulating through the shadows
speaking in whispered tongues
the beast waits to make it come all undone.
She stands alone atop the world
eyeing the devestation done
she will become the hunteress
cleansing the world of sin.
A fierce battle will occur
with a winner as yet undeclared.
August 28/18

Plastic Girl

Pious in nature
glaring down
eyes piercing
mouth downward turning
you stare at me
making me feel
making me tremble
with your disgust.
I want to be me
you want me to be right
to be good
to be what you want me to be.
Never once did you look to see
never once did you llisten
never once did you heed my words
instead
turning me into a plastic doll
one who could be posed
ordered
taught to be like you.
espousing all that is good
you crushed me beneath your heel.
I finally decided
enough is enough
I can no longer be
this doll of yours
I need to be me.
Aug. 27/18
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Miss You

I miss you
miss your arms around me
miss the smile you give me
when what I say
it makes sense to you.
You listen to me
listen like no one has ever done
making me wonder
who you are
what your game is with me.
Why do you reach out?
Why do you make me feel?
I was content for it to be playful
no emotions
no feelings.
You changed the game
or was it me?
And now we look at one another
eyes hooded with lust
with desire
with trust.
All I want to do
is crawl into your arms
to have you stare into my eyes
I want to wrap my legs around
draw you close
baby please draw me near.
We are scared
we are daring
we want one another
what we don’t want
is the pain
the fear
that we carry in our hearts.
Aug. 22/18