A. D. Winans, US

 

 

Free Verse Untitled An emptiness in my chest Like an infertile womb Filled yet vacant Void of life Empty of love Limping my way Through life Dragging behind My wounds Old loves trailing Behind Like a hungry wolf Leaving a trail behind For its young     Road Rage Anger, fist raised Middle-finger salute Red-faced fury Escalation, punch To face, pulled Gun, anger done Blood red sun     Untitled I am tired of playing cosmic mind games With outer space women Invading my inner space Intent on seducing body and soul My face is a well-traveled road map My body an unattended garden. My life has become a deserted movie set Where dead actors compete for my attention. Last year’s love waits in the bedroom With whips and chocolate-chip cookies The clock ticks in anticipation. I lay alone wrapped in jazz notes Waiting for the sleep police To arrive with a life saving stretcher To carry me off into the Jazz blue night     Homeless He stands in the rain Searching garbage bins For pieces of treasure An edible, half finished sandwich A piece of day old bread Aluminum recyclable cans He packs them in his shopping cart His home on wheels Limps off into the night Talking to the cracks in the street