Click this link to hear my reciting of the free verse poem “Lonely”
for Anje Aichi the artist/photographer
inspired by the photographic piece “Lonely”
The doors push open and out she comes,
an ungraceful arrival but she’s looking good,
while she looks both ways up and down the track.
He wasn’t waiting there, and there is no one to be found.
She hadn’t quite grown out of her white Mary-Janes,
when she grew into her Victoria’s Secret.
Meters it seemed, of young thorough -bred- legs swathed in black silk and sheer lace…quite the fashion statement! There outta be a law.…
No one was on the platform when her subway car pushed her out the door.
and she had a bit too much to drink.
If she would have worn spike heels,
she would have fallen on her cute little fanny,
winding up staring into the mirror of a dirty subway sink.
It was so lonely looking at those graffiti walls,
all dank and not promising what she had hoped for.
No heavy footsteps of her pretender, or any pretender for that matter,
who would take her arm, and fill her up, chase the loneliness right out of her
“Go get away….
She was so lonely, taken to the danger point, but she wasn’t aware.
What was on her mind, was to have a good time, with someone who was smooth at pretending he cared,
even if she faked it, never being 100% there.
It flowed, the naughty talk, and the come- get- me- looks, and hip to hip dancing, and she liked how she could pick up the pace,
with just a kiss, or a whisper, or a little white lie.
She had that sexy innocence and you could never prove she wasn’t, well…innocent, not just by looking at her.
Only she knew what she was doing, and why she was doing it,
and watching her do her thing, I could never bring the verdict in,
but I think she loved to be in control, although, she liked to do the sweet faint of heart, and flutter her eyelashes, check her look in the mirror then check you out checking her, that game…
She loved it all, so, when I stepped out of the shadows,
she put her little lipstick away and right through her tinted glasses I saw,
oh she was lonely enough, to smile at me and say,
Just one of those things, because… I was kinda lonely too.
April 29, 2011
Virtual Gallery Linc Island
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