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La Notte
by Wayne Wolfson
You left. I am going back.Sundown, the darkness will allow us to think of what we have done.The dimmed windows of stores. Heaven offered up through the motionless shadows of luxury. The dimmed windows, the dead smile of an enemy. My sweetheart's stare. Luxury ill afforded. I am ...
Edge of Blue
by Wayne Wolfson
Edge of Blue For Andrea Parkins A bored audience. I hate them, I need them. Not even pulling Holly on stage for an impromptu reunion stirs them from their indifference. Ah, I hate begging you, murder the night, please don't let me see it. Dispose of the ...
Bird
by Wayne Wolfson
A rainy day. Charlie Parker bemoans “All The Things You Are. A puff of smoke through a crack in the window. There is no place to go, and he is already there.She is still sleeping. My eyes dart about the room, bird trapped within its cage. Her arms, birthed from beneath the pillows. She ...
La Notte
by Wayne Wolfson
You left. I am going back.Sundown, the darkness will allow us to think of what we have done. The dimmed windows of stores. Heaven offered up through the motionless shadows of luxury.The dimmed windows, the dead smile of an enemy. My sweetheart's stare. Luxury ill afforded.I am glad to be ...
Like Sonny
by Wayne Wolfson
I was superstitious.The emperor of all that lay under the open, indoor umbrella, the reverse V shaped land which lay under a ladder.Some names are all voodoo. I had been hunted by several Jeans.No matter who I wake up next to there's a smile that's not in the cards.
Mento Mori
by Wayne Wolfson
For Maria MarquezYesterday, we drank wine, we danced. Now, the bottle is empty, the band has gone home. Even the sad eyed girl has gotten married. To lose your surroundings to familiarity is to live among ghosts. The emptied pool, full of dead leaves where I practiced my ...
Her Ocean
by Wayne Wolfson
The two words you ache for the most are also the hardest (to find). The clouds rolled back, a burlesque shows curtains rising for the matinee. That big stupid animal waiting to devour me, the crowd waiting. Waiting A bird flew by, I had seen the wires attached to its wings. Indifferent, ...
I Want To Be Bad
by Wayne Wolfson
Momentary curiosity combined with eroticism. I opened my eyes. She was looking at me while she worked it. Tongue flicked across tooth, the same one used to signify dessert. Eye closed again, I pushed up to meet her. Upstairs Prezz's horn. One long note. Slow. So slow. The ...
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