Cora Manole

She broke all her homes To keep her shell prim She ran from her loves To not lose her grace Men\'s lust was a backdoor To where she\'d stay her She married a fool Because time fought

She lived with her father in an 18th century chateau The very age when Sade\'s brain went for a walk Only to come back with a testament of horrors Neighbors and doctors pitied mum and dad The

There is an old man howling in my chest A man decrepit in demeanor and morals alike He\'s starving for unholy tricks of youth The youth he never had the chance to visit Caged as he was in his

I hear you vaguely as I glide Down the steep memory lane Which turns your sayings into postcards I am succombing once again To all the people that I was To every I and eye that mark the

They live in a room of macramé and china Grandmother\'s knitting cashmere and fates Her eyes lighten air with a pretense of wisdom Her agelessness hypnotizes each atom of dust Lulling

The fences are covered in must Shriveled throughout their adherence to fur and fairies Scribbled with centuries-old stories of mankind Mankind shrunk under binoculars Mankind in a loop with a

The pink lay dormant in a belly It may as well have been for an eternity For all it cared, Aging without becoming was hardly a problem If not a privilege per se But when it did come out, months

I’m in a wondrous maze each time I see you pass, An alien to my infatuation, A proud non-observant. In all my lack of hopes, I’m almost just a man A minstrel, how foolish, to make of you my

I watch you You don’t see me You don’t know that I am… I’m not the world, but I can be anyone in it Every eye gazing at you, Watching you dream in the trolley, Witnessing your evasions In

Gentle thumbs, feminine thumbs Fondle my forehead like autumn chill Imogene, so fair and dumb, She grasps my thoughts until they’re shrunk And sweeps the branches of my headache Under her

I’m out there, on the gray side of the door Where there are only particles of me Spun madly by sour winds A monolith chipped off, Its sound obtuseness turned into infinite question marks, The

Your smile emerges from a numb street Your sayings sooth me and reveal Teeth I could trust, moved forth and then receding Within the fuzzy vowels of your complacent wisdom. You’ve entered a