Word By Structured Word

  

Word by structured word
Searching for concrete textuality
She dropped her handkerchief coyly
Never again to forget her sexuality
Her head thrown back in a laugh
What makes her heart quicken its beat
I’m pacing – racking my distracted brain
Inspired to write, I hasten to take a seat

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Empty Streets Late After Dark

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Empty streets late after dark

Rain tries to wash away transgression

The anonymous walk back on home

Another night’s bout of depression

Hidden moments of solitude

Lonely stretches of cold concrete

Distant lights seem to fade away

Damp steps along an unknown street

There once was a place to go

Reasons for each & every step

Though all that was lost long ago

Into my bottle of cheap wine I wept