Twilight

The street lamp is flickering
Late night heat blistering
On the corner of Missouri and Payne
You can neatly hang your shame

Relaxation with a heady toke
A thin band of smoke
Strobes thin in the light
Two fingers holding tight

Sirens crying in the distance
Take no personal offense
Straiten your black collar
Cool hand softly dismisses her

Nobody ever has to know
You’ve perfected an excellent show
Nonchalance sends orange spiraling downward
To end sizzling on a rain moistened curb

Part II

Neighbor watched closely
Filled with curiosity mostly
Little to do
Simply safe wondering who

She saw his misplaced Jaguar
Park in front of your mangled car
Saw you come out to greet him
As he met you with a shallow grin

Your summer dress drifted
As you followed him, spirits lifted
Then the door simply closed
For the third time in a week he imposed

His wife was here yesterday
Asked if anyone had noticed a stray
The neighbor laughed “Goodness no”
She was no part of this disharmonious show

Smiling and closing the door
Why get caught up in the drama, what for?
That love triangle could continue
It wasn’t something worth getting into.

Part III

She could cover the bruise on her eye
No one would wonder why
The makeup lay so heavy
On someone most called a natural beauty

His temper, who could blame him
Given the type of life he was in
With a wife that was more warden
Then faithful loving woman

He needed an escape
Someone to hold him, keep him safe
Not to ask why he hadn’t left yet
Or how to afford this secret rendezvous’ rent

No, with him she felt appreciated
Even though it was never communicated
They had already met three times this week
When they were together they were complete

She ran playful fingers across his chest
To keep him, she would never confess
To his abandoned children and wife
They could find themselves a new life

Part IV

She pushed the hair out of her face
Frustrated at this futile chase
Of her playgirl husband and his little whores
Jesus, what would anyone want him for

He was abusive, he drank
Was more in love with the funds in his bank
Then the string of ignorant girls at his feet
Like the one he met for the third time this week

All she wanted was a signature
A way to escape this ever-widening aperture
Of what friends foolishly called married life
Of what she called burgeoning mental strife

A signature and she was on the run
No matter his anger at what she had done
He liked having his cake, and eating it to
She’d been the icing for ten years and felt like a fool

She stood in the portrait
Smiled for the cameras when it wasn’t worth it
Everyone said they were picture perfect
House, two kids, and a dog— what a positive effect

mons,
I read this right after I posted my own rather melancholy poem "Hurricane Warnings" and I thought this is really funny; we're both in the same mood!

Your piece is a story though, with more detail and I love all the detail. The people really come to life. My own poem was a sketch of a feeling, without really saying why it was there.

I like this a lot. It would make a great country music song!

NANZAR!!

THANKS FOR READIN! Yes, it is a bit of a story. I wrote the first part, and loved it. Liking how it was written. Then i thought, it was saying something kinda, but not enough-- only i could tell what it was saying. Sooo, part one is a guy, a loser and he's just gotten someone "out of the picture". I think he killed her- one of the hers. And it is up to the reader to decide if he killed the lover, the wife, or the neighbor. their was supposed to be a part 5 but i didn't know how to write it without being to outright about it. I wanted to keep that open. I just wanted to tell the reader, look he could have killed this one for this reason, or this one, or this one. Which do you think it is. So the reader could leave with a "Hu."


i've heard that before about a couple of other poems. and it scares me! i don't listen to country music... hehe... cause i think it's sappy. damn. maybe i don't listen to it cause it reminds me of my writing! NOOOOOOO! Thanks again for your time!

mons