Empty vessel

He stole away Under the cloak Of darkness Backpack thrown Carelessly Over weary hunched Shoulders Filled with Unsuspecting souls Carelessly collected Over nowhere Miles Casting shadows Of doubt Calling it love Leaving a trail Of broken bits Wherever he goes © jillterry  

Letter to Veronica No.1

Dear Veronica Lake, The truth of us. Something you believe only the two of you share; yet something we’ve all been forced to wonder about. We too had a truth in an airport, he and I; just as he had truths made up of lies with a plethora of intelligent, creative, beautiful, loving, soulful women;Continue reading “Letter to Veronica No.1”

Lost in the façade

I told him once he was a praise whore, and thought he was going to cry. The look of hurt shown in his eyes nearly broke my heart. But still, what I said was truth. I tried to reach that part of him; beyond the shallows, into the depths, and for a moment successfully glimpsed.Continue reading “Lost in the façade”

Ovation

She waits Wonders Pines For love lost Just as we All did The same Love The same Lies Differing his pain His troubled past To fit each Woman And circumstance Depending On what he Needed Or knew he could Take from them I offered up the Group of support Gathered in the Wings Patiently waitingContinue reading “Ovation”

The Hyena

It wasn’t his Voice Finally found After fifty years Of living Dead It was his Imitation skills Finely tuned Honed Down pat Poetry, prose Letters and Madness No original Thought Merely mimicking Bukowski’s style The scruples Morals By which he Lives his Life Memorized passages Dog-eared Pages Following A script Assuming a Personal role WorseContinue reading “The Hyena”