Poem – Page 77 – A (wise) man of two faces

Ragged

Yes, I am.

It howled and it rained,
the storm untamed
bore down on the people
who sat ‘neath the steeple
and whisperer His name.

I’m swollen, turgid
and all these fierce emotions
shake the very room

“You promised,” he whispered
into a night devoid of stars.
You promised. He shivered
beside the freeway of whistling cars.

“You promised,” he accused
as tears welled up in his eyes.
“You promised,” he sobbed
with no one to hold him as he cried.

You promised. He despaired
when he gave up the fight.
You promised. He surrendered
himself up to the night.

“You promised,” he dreamed
and woke to find her by his side.

There are some people
who just aren’t worth the effort:
time to let them go.

I close myself in
and raise the walls up high
to trap myself with a sin
I no longer can deny.

Violent romance
of fist and teeth and temper…
for men are from Mars
and the Goddess, in her love,
could not bear to leave our side.

Frozen memory
in the backseat of a car:
forgotten punchline.

(photograph courtesy of, and featuring, weakmeatstrongeat)

Get up
crawl out of bed,
and use what you have to
to face the coming but please
get up.

Playing with her knobs,
finding the right position
to rest the needle.