Mannequins
Sweet sounds of a voice echo through these aching halls.
Quiet mornings give way to rampant chores.
Subtle moments shared and saved
while time gives way to even more.
Frantic fingers embrace hollow mannequins.
Nightmarish disfigurements w/ perfect blue eyes.
Only in a dreamer’s museum of abandoned submissions
are present horrors confined.
Lost in thought I’ve tasted your sweet lips, yet
Interrupted by dawning troubles.
Faceless beauty dancing through tainted eyes—
ever present yet ever subtle.
An unopen invitation sealed in mystery
made urgent by whispers of a warring end.
A moment’s comfort found in a touch of satin:
temporary flight from chaotic ends.
A plethora of telegrams... of bleeding rumors
soaked in lies and given life by liars.
And unprovoked cries made real by desire.
While your gentle whispers turn to addiction.
F. Do © 7/98 |
Undefiled yet so Unkind
Too hard to listen
so easy to ignore
a lifetime beyond
yet afraid of drowning at the shore
Alone on the weary beach
water pushing against the rocks
frigid air surrounds me
long ago left the flocks.
The smooth fine sand
untouched by dirty feet
seems to go on for an eternity
crawled into a rock I begin to weep
The black twisted trees
deadened by time
this frame conserved
undefiled yet so unkind
never leave this home
as far as I may stray
a place of uncommon comfort
to return to by noonday.
F. Do © 10/11/95
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