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Mateluna
I’ve slept too often in the beds of whores.
I’ve given them pieces of gold, & at times, pieces
of my heart. they kept the gold & threw the rest
out the window.
this woman, Mateluna (amante of the moon). I see the
shadows encroaching her, as if to consume her entirely.
& I, an itinerant hero, must rescue her, bound by my
lust for her. but how do I fight a shadow?
then it occurs to me that the darkness conceals a lover,
a regiment of lovers. I conclude that she’s impure,
another whore, because I only fall for that type: the
tainted angels, the wicked kind.
so I consider these things, as I sit in the lowest divebar with
a shot glass & a whiskey-stained notebook, accompanied,
maybe, by the ghosts of Hemingway & Bukowski.
surrounded by other despondent vagrants & fading harlots;
we are the outlaws, we are the loveless.
when I stumble out into the starless night, I can follow the
trail of broken hearts to a maison of painted ladies. she’ll
be there, embraced by the shadows. from across the room,
I’ll admire her beauty, a work of art that I can’t afford,
and dream that I might look in her eyes & find a poem…
(Art: Carlos Golo)
Published 31st Oct 2015
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31st Oct 2015 11:44pm
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1st Nov 2015 00:12am
Johnny!
I have goosebumps
This poem was so fast and beautiful So tender, honest and sad all at the same time
this woman, Mateluna (amante of the moon). I see the
shadows encroaching her, as if to consume her entirely.
& I, an itinerant hero, must rescue her, bound by my
lust for her. but how do I fight a shadow?
I adore your mind heart and soul
Zazzles
Xoxoxox
I have goosebumps
This poem was so fast and beautiful So tender, honest and sad all at the same time
this woman, Mateluna (amante of the moon). I see the
shadows encroaching her, as if to consume her entirely.
& I, an itinerant hero, must rescue her, bound by my
lust for her. but how do I fight a shadow?
I adore your mind heart and soul
Zazzles
Xoxoxox
1st Nov 2015 3:57am
and dream that I might look in her eyes & find a poem…
A silence laves over me... powerful, tis the Poet - Wishing you a hallows eve of pleasure. , blue angel
A silence laves over me... powerful, tis the Poet - Wishing you a hallows eve of pleasure. , blue angel
1st Nov 2015 8:43am
John I love the whole poem but the ending left me starry eyed..
"she’ll
be there, embraced by the shadows. from across the room,
I’ll admire her beauty, a work of art that I can’t afford,
and dream that I might look in her eyes & find a poem…"
so beautifully poignant..
love Crim
"she’ll
be there, embraced by the shadows. from across the room,
I’ll admire her beauty, a work of art that I can’t afford,
and dream that I might look in her eyes & find a poem…"
so beautifully poignant..
love Crim
1st Nov 2015 10:38am
Anonymous
1st Nov 2015 12:49pm
Gritty...noir...I could only ever envision this piece in black and white. A Mickey Spillane vignette written for Sin City...woeful bleak and cutting
1st Nov 2015 6:40pm
Hemingway and Bukowski. I think Henry Miller would have enjoyed reading this as well. Excellent work.
1st Nov 2015 6:41pm
1st Nov 2015 11:43pm
I loved it just as I always do. Your words paint a picture in my mind and take me away to that dive bar and I swear I can see the dirty glasses and the broken people who inhabit that place.
John
John
2nd Nov 2015 7:58am
2nd Nov 2015 8:15am
Anonymous
4th Nov 2015 4:24pm
stunning write...alluring write, utterly mystifying, and foreboding
amazing craftsmanship...this ink lingers within the reader.
thank you for sharing -- miss. barrie
amazing craftsmanship...this ink lingers within the reader.
thank you for sharing -- miss. barrie
5th Nov 2015 2:40am
An insightful eye into real life people and the beauty of their flaws and missed chances.
Our assumptions, consumptions & null and void, ways of thinking & attitudes
..truly fucks us out of some extraordinary things in life, does it not?.. I must say
Perhaps, those shadows were there
before she gained the name whore,
perhaps she knew she'll never be able
to truly share her sacred spaces with anyone, no matter how her living came about,.
Come on Cherished, let's get honest
here...
no one is the willing in this story,
where is the willing?
No, not about saving her but one would
be surprised on how pleasurous
simplicity really could be.. & how far it
can take you
I love her name, gives me chills.. you inspire & piss me off at the same time
my knight, lol
Many deep hugs for that one..
..truly fucks us out of some extraordinary things in life, does it not?.. I must say
Perhaps, those shadows were there
before she gained the name whore,
perhaps she knew she'll never be able
to truly share her sacred spaces with anyone, no matter how her living came about,.
Come on Cherished, let's get honest
here...
no one is the willing in this story,
where is the willing?
No, not about saving her but one would
be surprised on how pleasurous
simplicity really could be.. & how far it
can take you
I love her name, gives me chills.. you inspire & piss me off at the same time
my knight, lol
Many deep hugs for that one..
6th Nov 2015 8:23pm
Anonymous
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14th Nov 2015 7:06pm
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