Song of the Night Woman
Empty footsteps click across
the wet sidewalk, faceless people pass.
Cabs honk by and splash the feet
where hookers cuss at the curbs of streets.
Empty footsteps come to call
at the creaking doorway down the hall.
In a room that hisses of pungent mold,
the plaster crumbles from mildewed walls.
She waits in a tattered robe of white
on an unkept mattress in the night.
Through the window she hears the worried dog call.
A cat picks up his pointless howl.
He holds on in wild embrace,
he comes a man without a face.
The dollars down from cold embrace,
she turns to the window to hide disgrace.
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Spider (3-24-09) #1-3 by LaClaire Mitchell Nzerem
#1.
You entreat us with your cold merciless patience.
Cruel spider,
piously waiting,
carefully calculating.
Even me? ! In,
in my own laundry room! ?
Stare me down from lock- turning
key twists
I as I enter exhausted- fighting cars
on route 422 near the construction site
by Upper providence, PA.
Etching around on silent, secret feet.
And I
though a monster in compare, feel
chilled and afraid.
#2.
Afraid? ! in my own house! ? Nonsense! !
Shamed by your smug benevolent look and smirk
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June Anigbogu Creates A Research Paper
After dark the mind plays tricks on you
every metaphor invades the practiced and practical.
And in the luminiscent moonlight,
so deliciously brilliant when all the time you have desired
such luxury from life,
which before now, had not been,
no prince no happy chance to truly
call a trophy romance up 'til this time.
See now, of course how,
Stars dance teasingly. Why now is it, they choose to give you, only you,
careful attention. Sure of course when you are busy working with statistics,
formulas and serious theories. Now they come
to charm you like lovers with smooth soft velvet chocolates,
with gentle words of satin gloved
careful creative reverie!
Yes of all times, now, everything is
so especially for you when you don't have the moments or
the hours, as your professors have warned you of the
calculated risks and impending deadlined graduations.
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