Christopher Rossi

Christopher Rossi Jul 2010

I may seem
un
   Sure
I feel un(sure)
Unresponsive,
......^...^........^...^
But not comotose
Not *******...
I think too much
I'm (scar)ed
A compulsive
D
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disappointment
I'm sorry
What else can I say?
No matter how I may become,
(you)r judgement (will) never c(hang)e

Copyright Christopher Rossi, 2010

Christopher Rossi Jul 2010

A Read Between The Lines

I am an italicized remark,
your spicy punctuation;
I am your steamy satisfaction,
your permanent vacation.
A unique innuendo,
a read between the lines;
I am a story like no other
as I lick between your thighs.
from Cosmo,
The New Yorker;
A romantic gentleman lover.
A sweet wine you taste-test
and lick around my lips,
I am a kiss you can't resist-
a naked sweat, a seductive bliss.
I am the palm that stings the skin,
a ***** spank than burns within.
I am a moaning, seeping ******
that rumbles with percussion.
I am your emphasized description
although no adjective does justice.

Copyright Christopher Rossi, 2010

Christopher Rossi Jul 2010

United We Stay

Air fan filtering through
the cruelty of the world,
A sweeping hum a deadly slice,
helicopter chopping
fields within the fumes.
Crop circle shaped symmetry
determined force of army
To fight for freedom in its name.
No religion come to take our place,
No wing disturbs our flying grace.
Horaah! Horaah!
United we will stay.

Copyright Christopher Rossi, 2010

Christopher Rossi Jul 2010

Coffee Stain (One of Many)

There is an open book upon the windowsill of my brain,
The rays singe a clarity across its blank pages
With a bonding so thick
So gripping on a memory unspoken of,
Undeniably ignored.
So clear and brown among the peace of paper,
a stain seeps through the creases of mistakes not erased.
A windowsill of white,
stained dark color from the waste.
A book so pure
polluted with distaste.
A book so destroyed
cannot be replaced.

Copyright Christopher Rossi, 2010

Christopher Rossi Jul 2010

Queen of Storm

The storm floods the horizon
With great exuberance
She is an ocean of time
A fatal collapse a disastrous crash,
she takes the torch
Pure atmospheric voltage strikes
with cataclysmic force
A surface permanently damp, she is angry
She rises above and drowns the city
Intently the people scream
scattering
Flooding throughout the streets
The wrath persists;
a queen of storm prolongs peace,
and brings the world to its knees

Copyright Christopher Rossi, 2010

Christopher Rossi Jul 2010

Blind Date

His bar stool creaks,
quaking ice rattles
as he examines his glass .
His finger swirling liquor,
compressing flavors
with ease and contentment.

He sits
He waits with great patience
and a whiskey drink.
Classy choice, I must say.
I wonder if his blind date
Will feel the same...

Christopher Rossi Jul 2010

Those Grandparents Of Mine

A young woman bows her head in shame
A day that cannot be replaced
A breath that cannot be taken away
An itch that cannot be scratched the same
She is left alone to prowl the dirt
Her man left this life on planet earth
A dear friend a lover, a cure a rebirth
She misses him so, I missed him too
And she decided to join him
Because that's what lovers do.