She Stalks the Workshop
(the cruel muse)
No one will ever know what it is
to be extinguished.
Love is fleeting
and may never withstand
the test of time.
It grows restless and will wander
during the day.
At night lips are smeared red
with blood,
surround
stained teeth,
fresh
from the hunt.
In a flash the smile is taken away
by the monster,
another face
hidden
in the crowd.
There it is, that smile.
Her humble smile - a weapon,
the strength that keeps
her ambitions alive.
I crave the exhilaration of her
shattering me.
and
I want to sashay
throw my arms out wide
flap them
like wings and fly
but
I am too busy dreaming,
Tears roll down my face,
as the world spins
and splinters
like smithereens
of shimmering foil.
I am a lost soul imprisoned
inside a carcass
she discarded
on a rainy New York
street corner.
She said I lacked Duende!
Peter V. Dugan hosts the poetry reading series Celebrate Poetry at the Oceanside Library, Oceanside NY and has written 4 collections of poetry. His poems have been published in several print and online publications, including Contemporary American Voices, Long Island Quarterly, Aberration Labyrinth, Grub Street, Literary and Arts Magazine and Aitia, Philosophy-Humanities Magazine.
