Rp Verlaine lives and writes in New York City. He has an MFA in creative writing from City College and taught English in New York public schools until he retired. His first volume of poetry, Damaged by Dames & Drinking, was published in 2017 and a second collection, Femme Fatales Movie Starlets & Rockers, in 2018. A set of three e books titled, Lies From The Autobiography 1-3 followed in years 2018-2020.
Stirring The Ashes
Her exhaled blue smoke gone with the frilly dresses once left on the floor. Last to go was the lipstick on glasses finally washed. You now look past trivial absurdities that came as a death knell. Our sad requiem lost in the wreckage, stirring the ashes, aware that miracles are, too, rare dances of fate… you are lost without that shining music of her soft laughter with everything Fragmented, or lost as the love that's left too many wounds to engage with another. So, you imagine her face, flawless as a waterfall, you see her with that cigarette and almost smell that blue smoke again.
Last of The Barflies
When the bar is your first thought and the last to dangle options that aren’t anything more than a trap sprung too close to the last time you’re skipping fate’s rope. So you try to change the tune by drinking more at home or not drinking on days that increasingly seem like throwaways where familiar patterns have a numbing clarity. All wistful and sad missing the bartenders even the barflies who were strangers but did not remain so. or women too young or old whom I took home in memory who with keys to my heart have still never left.
The Price of Sunsets
With vintage champagne and a hundred dollar lunch gone, we trade loan shark smiles toward skies… morphing red as we tan in designer wear near nude, our liquor tweaked laughter now a half octave higher. Just two jaded tourists spending large banknotes gained with low paying overtime sweat. On a rented boat in the Florida Keys open-mouthed at the crime scene life/death of another miraculous sunset.