The Pen’s Ink (Tanka)

The pen’s ink, ‘tis blood

Though black or blue it does bleed

Exsanguination

Red with the artisan’s soul

Staining the finest paper

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

A Brothel Of Sorts (A Dirty Little Poem)

A brothel of sorts–

This cesspool of words

Each a whore waiting for its next trick.

Johns–

Sentences,

Paragraphs,

Stories,

Poems,

Cheap and dirty,

Looking for a little love and affection.

Through the two-way mirror

Voyeurs read the filthy act;

Drooling over each thrust of the pen,

Until the climax

When the page collapses

In its ink soaked ecstasy,

Ah…such a sweet release.

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~