Wednesday, March 12, 2008


An illusion
within a delusion
he created me--
my not so secret admirer...
he woos with detailed letters
about glass bottles
discovered in alleys,
his predilection for raspberries,
and, once, described
touching himself
when a funeral procession
passed on his street,
stalked by a crazy woman
waving a white rose.

He said she reminded
him of me.

Published in Verse Libre


J. Andrew Lockhart said...

nice! good to see your work. :)

Pris said...

Hi Andrew, thanks!

Scot said...

good writing! love the "glass bottles found in alleys"
excellent poem

Pris said...

Hi Scot, thanks again for stopping by and such a nice comment.