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.
Cuts Of Meat
Discounted for the amount of less than 3 bucks per lb. Yes, meat truck fresh chicken/ ducks left as upside down necktie thefts of life now at the poultry place. These frail looking birds too pale for pity on sale are slaughtered head to tail for housewives who watch their post mortem butchery impassively & dispassionately as lost sinners. Except for the young ginger who gasps then exits joint fast. Vegetarians may have a point, I admit at long last...and— I, too, exit without dinner.
After The 80’s Party
The day-glow light fantastic In my bedroom Where a Madonna look-a-like past thirty Still looks fine in my smooth silver satin sheets. I kiss the faint tattooed tears on her cheek. To her shoulders muscular but she whispers surrender in each lost breathe when I’ve worked my way down. There is no music no background noise but she is enough. Long past restraint after we’ve twisted past three sweet entanglements. I ask if she’ll trade her cheap Madonna gold cone outfit for my Slash, Gun and Roses top hat. Smoking a cigarette she exhales, laughs says “honey, honey, honey fuck the hat you can keep me.”
A Thirst Not Yet
She dares me to deny love hides in this room we’re naked in. I slyly say that she’s far too close to everyone I’ve walked away from. Who would call later knowing only that I wouldn’t answer. She suggests that I kiss her until we can find something new. After all, she’s married with a man she can’t disown. I know she’ll return to after wandering far enough to need a plane ticket. Until then she’ll fly by night for revenge for a thirst not yet sated. Yet when she leaves It is I exposed as a cheap X-ray. Finding I already miss her laughing at my jokes that weren’t jokes.