Dusty Bus Stop Bench – A Tanka

Dusty bus stop bench

Ragged, dirty, unshaven

Traffic racing by

You didn’t speak, just stared

As I offered what I could

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Confusion

Confusion…

Cacophony of sights and sounds

Soupy mixture

A distasteful bombardment

Inescapable…

Every turn a stone wall

Pounding and punishing

Piercing flesh

Drawing blood

Fracturing bone

Draining every last drop of energy

Pushing back

Nothing but resistance

Drenched in sweat

Eyes sting

Bloodshot from strain

Head in hands

Driven to tears

Trapped…

Beaten into submission

Giving up

You win

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Together So Long – A Tanka

Together so long

We speak volumes with silence

Our thoughts meld as one

What a strange phenomenon

This marriage of two mimes

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

White Noise

Waking to the rhythmic white noise

Television’s twinkling salt and pepper blur

Foil covered rabbit ears like periscopes

Reflect his fractured image…almost blinding

It hurts to sit up straight

Back hunched from decades of labor

Crumbs drop like snow from his cardigan

“What did I eat?”, he mumbles on deaf ears

As gnarled and twisted hands

Brush his remnants to the floor

Feed for roaches and rats that call this home

Day and time are of little concern

What does it matter.

Tormented knees crack

Perched unsteadily beneath him

All he can do is shuffle holding on for balance

The refrigerator fights back as he opens it

The dim light only blackens the mouldy fresco

Decorating the walls and shelves.

Spoiled milk curls the nose

“Been around awhile.” he whispered

Paying it no more mind

Warm beer will have to do

The crack of the tab and the “pusssssh”

Join the metronomic shuffle of his stocking feet

Moaning, he sits

Joints aching from medicine he can’t afford

Alcohol will have to do

Each sip provides little relief

Tired of living his eyes grow heavy

Sleep returns…to the rhythmic white noise

And the televisions salt and pepper blur

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Cerulean Sky – A Tanka

Cerulean sky

Blackbirds singing in willow

Warm sun on my face

Perfect time for reflection

Under natures pergola

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Could This Life Be Hell – A Tanka

Could this life be Hell

Meant to test our mortal souls

Through torment and pain

Nothing is impossible

In the wisdom of God’s plan

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Safe Port – A Haiku

Image Credit: sail-world.com

Image Credit: sail-world.com

This life that we live

Sailing uncharted waters

Hoping for safe port

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Boarded Windows

Boarded windows,

Graffiti covered,

Paint peeling,

Chain link rusted,

Grass overgrown,

Strewn with litter,

Sidewalks cracked,

Shutters hanging,

Door unhinged,

Doorbell silent,

No one home,

For Sale sign,

Bank owned,

No ones buying,

House after house,

Block after block

City after city,

All the same,

Plant closed,

Jobs left,

Gone for good,

Overseas,

What to do

Same old question,

Same old answer,

No food,

No home,

No job,

No one cares.

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Welcome to the New Main Street – A Tanka

Hope springs eternal

Just a phrase to so many

Whose hope has faded

Left destitute and alone

Welcome to the new Main Street

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Let’s Hear It For The Gipper

Image Credit: whitehouse.gov

Image Credit: whitehouse.gov

An embarrassment lay before the trustees feet.

No courage, no diplomacy from the ivory seats.

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They bicker and fight at the masses expense,

Void of logic this makes absolutely no sense.

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Elected to do all the peoples good work,

To captain the ship with nary a perk.

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Not to be so, as their pockets belie,

They weakened the law and stole all the pie.

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Neither a sliver did they take nor merely a slice,

They keep going back many times more than twice.

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Still as cattle to the polls we can’t help but repeat,

As if we were held to the fire by our feet.

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When will the swarm awaken from their dream,

To see that this always has been part of the scheme.

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Divide up the nation into haves and have nots,

Feed those without means into the haves corporate plot.

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This countries demise may be its own wretched greed,

Blind or not caring for a citizenry in need.

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Many poor have been baited that less gives you more,

A theory disproved by many before.

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Even Greenspan did admit that “trickle down” was a farce,

The wealth it went up, but the trickle fell sparse.

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Thirty years on, on the brink of collapse,

Austerity it is as we watch prosperity lapse.

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But still the Gipper’s name is held up enshrined,

His legacy it ticks like a bomb out of time.

 ~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~