Richard Wink

Kizza Me

Bare feet
warm black sand
vile delirium tremens

The aubade burns
streets disproved.
A plain Jane saunters
mystery
engulfed in Bermuda smog

Poker 

Unable to talk because sunlight
doesn’t operate underneath his
refulgent nostrils.
The Prince, a manipulator who
himself was a burden to the house
that raised him
picking up perplexed fairies
who showed a bit of leg
before they sniffed stardust
though you couldn’t see the
magic until you parked your
wallet and opened your
misshapen ardor.
She sensed opportunity, you
were obedient. She
could recreate something
fanciful on the budget
of a shoe string

Richard Wink © 2009

During the Recession

The empty guitar case collects coins
its quarter to noon
and there is no marble sky.

Above the bust of a queen
swings on a sign.

A dog on some string
snarls
near the harmonica bearing man
who got so drunk last night,
his tongue is scarred by teeth marks.

Seizure
Father, son and preacher
blazing clicks of high heels
on the pavement
met with fiery eyes
sordid and graceless.

Ungrateful for the loose change
misery justified.

Richard Wink © 2009