The artist in me strikes against the page Words surging in a lustful fury This mad, love affair dressed in red ink -- Our blood flows like one in unison. She kissed my cheeks with rouge-stained lips A good-bye as I leapt into a fiery, lover’s tryst. When he burned me, embers still smoldering, She held me to her breast, stroking my hair, Leaving tendrils ablaze around my face -- Our hearts beating like one in unison. Fallen, I danced at the edge of hell, Flames lapping at my legs, engulfing me. But she spat me back onto the warm, hard Earth. Anger erupting at the core of me, Spewing like hot, bubbling lava. There she left me in her sanguine trail, Shedding a tear into tempestuous, blue seas. And I fell into her blazing sunset, Flowing like blood into Nature’s veins Where I searched for life again In this lifeless landscape.
Squatters in tunnels Piss on the rat race – air reeks Of indifference. -- Slouched in a stall drunk Off cheap beer, calling numbers Left for a good time. -- Subway doors open Where a homeless man retreats – Lost hopes and dreams exit.
The Chinese woman Shuffling from trash bin to bin Glass fortune within. -- The cab driver sleeps In his car seats smell of sex From rides after hours. -- The Ukraine next door Keeps windows and shades open Kielbasa in hand.
She holds the fragile beauty of an autumn day On the brink of being blown away By Winter’s bone chilling breath. The last reign before coldness settles in, Wrapping Earth with her warm, brilliant color. Her delicate petals shedding like loose, falling
lashes, Making a wish for life to spring up anew. Then, brimming with unyielding determination, She surges up through the depths of Nature’s womb With strong stems bearing beautiful blossoms, And she winks at the waning, winter sun With wide-eyed wisdom of what’s to come.