Johnny the Flaneur
This piece was written for one of the Read Write Poem prompts this week – this one for Read Write Word #5 (visit the link to the prompt to check it out). The Wordle prompts are collections of words; you may write using one, some, or all of them.
Enjoy the poem.
-Nicole
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the city is calling
he slips on a jacket
denim, worn and faded
like the years in his too-old eyes
he glances in the mirror
decides to leave the two-days beard growth on his face
to stand tall and erect
clean is not his scene tonight
the shadows are better companions tonight
the ocean of concrete and steel beneath his feet
calls his name softly
murmurs promises of anonymous adventure
he can dip beneath the surface
swim with the common congregation
go places where rich boys dare not go
unless they want adventure
or death
he pauses to reconsider
but lust punctuates ennui
and joins with wanton come-ons calling him
to jump into the void, grasp heels, sink his teeth in
devour bone and blood
together, they turn his head, kiss his lips
stick a tongue in his ear
and he’s off
and he’s gone
Written 12/10/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
That ending came as a surprise. I really love your poetry.
pictures stare, curves are drawn
such a powerful attraction… ;•)=
Love this line: “clean is not his scene tonight.”
“lust punctuates ennui
and joins with wanton come-ons calling ‘
I like this – there are amazing sounds in the combination between ennui and wanton come-ons