Just happened to glance a pretty girl out there,
Bathed in tattoos, sitting in my bookstore.
I loved the way she looked, knew that i adore
That blouse, the chest, stuck sadly in her wheelchair.

Was it her fragility that made her fair?
Her curly hair complexed and tied trojan war,
A warrior on wheels, stare full of ignore,
Her name came to me in the air, it was Claire.

So unfair, a devastating joke from god.
Beautiful despair, her hand clutching the steel,
As she reads some more titles that came off odd.

A goddess, half man - half machine, you're ideal,
My heroine handicapped and neatly flawed.
Claire made me forgot my own Achilles' heel.

longing 4 my mother
her embrace so warm, gentle
her lap comforting
will i ever again have this
sweet unconditional love...



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napowrimo day 5
© rochelle foles 2019

Kiss The Officer

Good luck. Duty calls
for which she is paid
in lone righteousness,

I'm afraid. Patrol
clean towns with sidewalks
Not To Be Slept On

while more sweet piglets
snort through the mundane,
saving for Swine Week.

North High wrestler:
baby molester.
All those wasted prayers.

Courage emerges
among the new ash
of my burning brain.

I dreamt that your head
Was placed in my lap
I caressed your soft
Soft hair and placed my
Hand on your stern shoulder
Making sure that you
Wouldn't roll away
As the car drove long
Into the night and
I felt nothing but
Your healing warmth as
I fell asleep, too.
Slowly, then all at
Once. As soon as I
Fell asleep I fell
Back into the harsh
Reality of
An empty bed and
Empty promises
And empty love that
Meant much more to me
Than it ever would
To you. I'm ashamed
That I still feel like
This, I pray that our
Past doesn't haunt my
Future. But who knows?