I’ve Lost My Passion

I’ve lost my passion

I hope only for a while

Words flow less freely

Both mouth and mind are tongue-tied

Which causes me such great pain

Perhaps I need rest

Time to think and gather thoughts

Away from the screen

Putting pen back to paper

Maybe the old ways are best


~~ 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.






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 ~~