Christopher Rossi

Christopher Rossi Aug 2010

this age of existence strikes
an honesty that prevails
it disappoints the generations
perhaps this age has failed

liberal humanism condemns
America's noble stance
a selfish congregation builds
a mosque on hallowed land

for we elected those
who dug us in a hole
in debt, our freedom spent
and now this wretched toll

it's about sensitivity,
we need a peace of mind-
change, our leader must make,
but he's on vacation all the time

Christopher Rossi Aug 2010

The Noose

From a nail, the clock hangs reading half past five
A sentenced man dangles by the dental floss that ends his life.
Minty fresh, it maybe- a thin poisonous remedy
to free his captured soul and clear the grooves between his teeth.
Is it freedom or is it selfish?
Certainly subjective,
treason
to the life he was given,
treason
to the family who loves him.
Now the miracle child hangs
and his teeth begin to stain...

Christopher Rossi Aug 2010

My Apologies, Beloved

You are a humble gust of wind,
your kiss dances on my chin,
a tango, certain of a flow-
step one
two,
I love you.
What else is there to say-
for last night, my mind had gone astray
and I abused your gentle gust,
I disturbed your peace in us.
I do not regret my mistake,
though you did not deserve the tongue I gave.
I know you forgave
and would never stop loving me.
Within our book, a coffee stain-
I am sorry for the mess I made.

Christopher Rossi Jul 2010

No Matter How I Become

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.

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.