John Destalo

John Destalo Aug 2020

plucked

a white rose
petal plucked

before it
was ready

discarded so easily

the gentle fall
without sound

floating on
a breeze

a soft landing
into restless sleep

so bright it was
going to be

who can hear
eternity when

it cries

John Destalo Aug 2020

expressionless

tonight I
do not have

the words
for anything

my mind is
fragments

disconnected
from my soul

my heart is
simply a pump

I cannot form
complete

sentences

I see no
patterns

in life

I have nothing
to express

John Destalo Aug 2020

what is forever

some words
don’t exist

they are phantoms

teasing our
tongues

invading our
souls

spreading through
our veins

making us believe
in them

so we will share
them with others

that is the only
way they

can live
because they

don’t exist as
anything else

John Destalo Aug 2020

the cig

red lights
frame her

s-shaped
body

she leans
against

the wall

eyes closed
she inhales

deeply as
the ashes

grow beyond
reason

smoke
is a snake

dance

she smiles
feeling relieved

John Destalo Aug 2020

shimmering

from another
world

her light
let everyone

feel warm
so they could

release their
pain

she was innocent
but she took

within her
the hatred of

others

dissolving it
turning it

into her light
helping everyone

feel warm

John Destalo Aug 2020

my blues

when I am
hiding in

my blues

the ocean
and the sky

aren’t deep
enough

for me to
disappear

I still feel
so vulnerable

John Destalo Aug 2020

fresh flowers

she prays to
the fresh flowers

in the field
of dreams

asking them
for beauty

she wants to
grow into

something
desired
and admired

she wants to
be inhaled

and held tight
by someone

desperate for her love

feeling luxurious
like the

fresh flowers
in the field

of dreams