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Image by Miltiadis Fragkidis

Wrecks And Residuals

Images of soulless streets rub shoulders with abstract thoughts.

After the rain

nary a rainbow

on wet soulless streets.


Hooker telling me

before she gets undressed

I’ll pay for my sins.


Another day

spent drinking into the next

to ask what happened.


Asking someone

who was there

unlike me.


When we kissed

till it was almost real

this feeling of nothing.


Amid displaced residuals

of feelings

in absentia.


Unencumbered to

walk the late night streets

seeking a tour guide

unafraid of death.


But living

the nightmare I sleep

with my eyes open.



the last woman I loved

who offered me nothing…


But the same singular place

in my thoughts like

a car after the crash

Police flashlights

look into to survey

damage that unsettles.

Image by Gabriel Matula

Inside This Space

The poet's poems speak of life in contemporary cities of America.

She tells me, she no longer

wants the space


ghosts use

for bloodletting.


The dead dance

with prosthetics.


The broken heal

fed by parasites.


She tells me a vacuum

consumes her.


She’s Dali’s Godiva

traveling in light.


To where Hell’s close

enough to singe.

I repeat I love her

amid the barriers.


Necessary and unavoidable

as death.


As I love others

it isn’t enough.


“Life is..she never finishes

the sentence.


Ellipses dance on her tongue

then tears.


Watch tears divide

parts of her face.


And us, further

and further.

Image by Toa Heftiba

Rp Verlaine lives in New York City. He has an MFA in creative writing from City College. He taught in New York Public schools for many years. His first volume of poetry- Damaged by Dames & Drinking was published in 2017 and another – Femme Fatales, Movie Starlets & Rockers in 2018. A set of three e-books titled Lies from The Autobiography Vol 1-3 were published from 2018 to 2020. His newest book, Imagined Indecencies, was published in February of 2022.

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