John Destalo

John Destalo Sep 2020

her angelic
demon eyes

see into the
darkness

anything that
moves is hers

with her claws
she scratches

her tag
leaving her

marks in the
deepest parts

of me

she is the true
soul of a cat

she dares me
to domesticate her

as she purrs
in my ear

John Destalo Sep 2020

impact

only her body
was small

everything else
impacted the

planet

compassion
is the best

type of
passion

I think her
voice is

an echo

living in
many

generations
she will pass

through time
and be felt

just short
of forever

John Destalo Sep 2020

the moon and me

it was the moon
who taught me

I can’t love myself

I would watch
it shed itself

each night

until it was
so skinny

it would near
invisibility

I could feel
the pieces fall

but I could
never find them

I wanted to be
the one who

saved the moon
from itself

but I never could

John Destalo Sep 2020

poison

power is
poison

it should
always be

diluted
weakened

until it
can do

no harm
the people

who seek it
in its purest

form

are those
who seek

to do the
most harm

to the people
and the planet

John Destalo Sep 2020

her secret

shaving the skin
of a lemon

creating zest
adding just a

hint of flavor
to my dull life

it is that easy
to please me

John Destalo Sep 2020

venus

you were once
a goddess and

now

they claim you
telling other humans

they own you
they are in control

of you

as if you could
ever be owned

or controlled

did not earth
teach us

anything about
ownership

and control

John Destalo Sep 2020

hope less

I blow the
lights out but

I do not make
a wish

I want to
envelope

myself
in darkness

I want to
feel the

emptiness
of hollow

the moment
before hope

when the string
is pulled

and the chute
doesn’t open

and I don’t
say a prayer